Into it we go, the little death, with passion and desire.
It rushes over and thru us as we go from being two to one.
Holding, kissing,licking,tasting, and touching all done.
Then the heart almost stops and a breath seems to be the last. The skin tingles,the toes curl and we moan.
We become one in death with Heaven in sight
In each other arms, we come back to life moaning our release.
Separate, alone and yet not alone, for you are still here as I am.
It is in the little death that we come together,to lose ourselves and to find ourselves.
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