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That voracious appetite with which he takes me,
sighing for my lips, consumes me,
his eager hands, my skin boasts,
and in his gaze, everything undresses me in scent.
That way of touching me, without fear,
exploring my curves with caution,
my body, his canvas, his passion reveals,
and in each caress, awakens a glow.
His fingers dance softly over my body,
and I surrender without being able to help it,
Passion envelops us, we are a cloak.
The fire grows, hotter and deeper,
and in its insatiable appetite I find,
intense pleasures that consume our world.