“Old Flame”

“Her thighs were my life.

Pulling every fantasy out of my imagination, and into our passionate reality.

Every kiss,
a new flame igniting us into oblivion.

I miss the warmth of her brown-eyed stare.
Drowning me,
as I thrust deeper and deeper.

She may have known others,
but none admired every curve like me.

I miss being deep inside,
the moans both whispered and screamed into each ear.

I miss the inferno between my queens legs,
singeing me into serenity.”©

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