TP Sage - Passion

I want you
My passion controls me.
There is urgency to my desire.
An almost painful intensity
that overwhelms my senses
and thoughts.
I am consumed by the need,
to touch you
to be close to you
so close that I am part of you
inside of you
till we are one.
Your senses are mine.
Your quickened breath and soft moans
echo in my thoughts.
There is nothing but you.
I must touch you.
Every soft place and gentle crevice,
I must taste your skin,
smell your hair,
hear your quiet gasps.
I cannot conceive of anything but you,
the curves of your body,
your perfumed scents,
the soft silk of your hair,
the inflaming smoothness of your skin.
The very sight of you,
the longing in your eyes,
the vulnerability in your repose,
the pureness of your bare skin,
are fuel that burns in my tunnel vision.
I can no longer think.
There are no choices in my passion,
but there is clarity.
I want you...now

TP Sage

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