Analysis of Pulse Of Love

Pulse of Love

I dream that your face is next to mine like the stars are against the night.

I wish my breath and my name could traverse your heart like the beat of yours next to mine.

I want more than anything to repeat again and again the pulse of my love inside your most private part and beg for sweet release.

You are the sweet red flower the wetness that covers my member in lust and magic.

You are the breath that I want over and over between my lips so that I may roll my tongue in your mouth and suck on your honey.

You are the passion that I cannot live without. You and I are two spirits aching to become one body in motion.

We are the pulse of love and lust in the cosmic tapestry weaving light and color so beautiful in the night.

Let me open your legs like the wings of a butterfly so that I may rise on air and perpetuate this pulsation of dreams.

Let’s transform this darkness and erupt in primal moans and touches of repeating fury.

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