The exact hue of your eyes does evanesce,
Your melodious laughter hard to recapture,
Yet the touch of your hand I oft reminisce.
The heat, the passion, I remember the hunger,
Igniting my soul like a lightning rod,
Emanating an aura of total masculinity,
Of the ilk one typically associates with Gods.
It is time to replenish my deep inner essence,
I long to savour your breathtaking caress,
I must immerse myself into your pool of euphoria,
And explode with joy that will not be suppressed.
Forsaken and yearning, in agonising oblivion,
Longing to mount the peaks of our intimate union.
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