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Desire shifts from heart to hands
And hunger, fierce and fiery,
Takes over
Over and over and over
Until
Backed against a wall,
The waves crash,
Wishing, wanting, willing for a storm
Stares burn holes through
Burning, burning, like a thousand suns
Though never ceasing the trail of want
Through the curves, arcs and plains
Burning the skin against skin
Hot trails
Begging to be touched
Once more
(More, more!)
Over and over and over
Again
As the storm calms,
She breathes the quiet air
And his ocean eyes return to grey
And hunger, fierce and fiery,
Takes over
Over and over and over
Until
Backed against a wall,
The waves crash,
Wishing, wanting, willing for a storm
Stares burn holes through
Burning, burning, like a thousand suns
Though never ceasing the trail of want
Through the curves, arcs and plains
Burning the skin against skin
Hot trails
Begging to be touched
Once more
(More, more!)
Over and over and over
Again
As the storm calms,
She breathes the quiet air
And his ocean eyes return to grey
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