© Spring C. Hyde
I can feel his grip, pulling me down into his world.
Holding tight this feeling neither of us have felt before.
He grasps my hips, pulling me deeper onto him,
I fight like a cheetah for her dinner.
So satisfying, so sustaining.
I cant get enough.
A thirsty man looking for that last drop,
I want more of this love,
More until we run out.
My God, I hope we never run out.
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