The Taste OF Passion by Camillion - HTML preview

I can't help, but

 to be drawn to you.

All as my heart aches, my soul begins to scream.

You draw me in a little closer each time.

Where your words bring chills to my spine.

Leaving my back to arch.

As your lips press into me.

Slowly caressing each part of my body.

I can't help but to lose control.

My body was becoming his with each touch.

Taking his time to find every little spot.

All until I convulse.

Awaiting me to erupt.

Wanting me to be his.

I couldn't help but to fall into him.

My soul he had found.