Passion flares in your eyes
with a savage heat,
paralyzing in it's intensity,
and a shiver runs through me.
Your dark features
appear satirical in the shadows,
dark, rugged, yet oh so familiar
and a shiver runs up my spine.
Expensive cologne mingles
with the sent of whiskey
and male aggression,
and a shiver runs through me.
Gripping my neck,
lips meet in fierce possession
giving no quarter
and I shudder in your arms.
Bodies come together
in a fevered thrust
head pulled back by hair,
and a shiver runs through me.
Primal emotion surges
through the soul,
quenching the body,
and shivers engulf us,both.
Passion cools;
roughness turns to a caress
softness enters your eyes
as you whisper "I love you"
and a shiver runs through me.
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