Him: baby... if your smile could melt bones I'd turn to mush, or maybe you could scratch and scorch my skin to ash and dust... you light a fire under me, its such a pleasant rush, I cant let you go.
Him: Passion burns a scarlet red, like strawberries and rosy lips. Juicy with seductive bites, and sweet with soft embraces. A kiss so fine, it'd blow my mind, with lips that curve in tune. To the song that we've both been singing, since that night beneath the moon.
Him: Close your eyes and pay no mind to the world in its rotation. It spins and spurns the young to learn the throes of love in kind, like white winter snow and love bestowed from our fingertips entwined. Ill brush those lips and breathe your kiss and touch your very soul. From way down deep, ill watch you sleep, and warm your heart of gold. You'd dream and sigh and clutch my sides, and l'd hold you till you calmed, I'd let you cry, and wipe your eyes, and then ill take your heart with mine.
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Her: My heart sings in tune to the sweet, succulent melodies your words weave, caressing my soul softly, a lover's touch. The delicate silk of lips to ear, a simple phrase left lingering, a pinprick of fantasy left as memories on my eyes. Hot, sharpened uncut passion, right to the quick, faster than the racing of my fevered heart. The simplest grazing of your hand, tracing the line of my slender jaw, relaying a myriad of defined and forgotten heartaches. The taste of lips, ambrosial, a delicious golden dialect spoken with sensuality in mind.
Her: Fiery and tender, sweeter than snowfall, holding you ever closer than skin on skin. Breathing in your sweetened scent, delicious like passion fruit, delectable on it's own.
and Oh! How you taste, It sends me lightyears above to waltz with the moon, to relay to the stars my love for you. In your eyes I only see liquid fire, burning alchemy that shoots hot pleasure through my body and soul, a flaming arrow destined to burn for eternity, or a coalescing flame close to my heart.
Her: Come, dance with me among my wildest dreams, where reality can't touch our form. Darling, we'll fly among the butterflies and touch the sapphire sky. We can even touch the sun, for our hearts do burn as bright.
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Submission Name: Passionate.
