

SynesthesiaAnticipation, dark carnal passions invoked at those scents and sounds. Hands gripping and grabbing, lips pursing and smacking, teeth grinding and gnashing. Heart set a flutter, brain torn asunder, satisfaction now driving once logical thoughts. Breathes, my god, sweet breathes, slowly drawn out, drained of their life only to be refreshed and recycled. Hunger coaxed to the surface by carpet-bagging caresses, tongues vying for control of the high ground. Seas of emotions waxing and waning, falling prey to the cycles of orbiting hearts, tug after tidal tug drawn over sea scaled crags, erupting with primal fireSynesthesia
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