Passion’s Temporary Tides

My life is a study in art

At times impressionistic…

It stretches the will of my lustful desire

A cradle for snuggling, is where my pussy hides

As she plays with the strings that have been tied around my heart

My body needs a love that is holistic

And yet I fuck to put out the burning fire

Dousing it with passion’s temporary tides

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