I bleed my screams of pleasure
A feeling we fight to capture
His hand prints on my body heat up
The fire painted passions in love
There is a pressure and I push back
hoping for the sting and smack
I'm feeling his presence flowing through
Rebuilding me from inside as the fire grew
Impact and a fight of arousal
Each slap each time he'd growl
We fall back to reality of our bed
A kiss and sweet words are said
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