He might be the match
But she is the gasoline
Together their desire
Burns away restraint
And all constraints
Allowing the fires
To rage and rave
She drank in the sounds of his pleasure
Her sensual, sweet treasure
Tasting sweeter than her favorite wine
So plump and sublime on the vine
She craves another sip of his sin
Dripping from her chin
Becoming drunk on his heady desire
Intoxicated with his passionate fire

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