Why tiptoe when you can dance?
Move to the rhythm of my heart,
Feel the bass in my breath.
Forbidden,
Yet tantalizing...
Bodies begging.
The fruit on this tree,
This garden...
You try to resist, if even for a moment.
But moments pass,
Bliss sets in,
Takes over.
Wild we become,
Because wild we are.
My free spirit intrigues,
As it does strangers.
There's something in my eyes,
Screaming danger,
But pleasure.
Come be curious ,
Succumb to guilty arching backs,
Goosebumps and silent moans.
Have you really tasted the night like I have?
Have you ever been so drenched in pleasure that you were stripped of your name?
Bite in.
Taste the desert night,
Quench your thirst.
It's only one bite.
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