A passionate deviation from trust
Desire. I want you. My core erupts, I feel older, younger.
Apprehension. Taken over by instinct, all choices are gone.
I lust for your body, your mind, your soul.
Shadows dance, hours pass. I dont feel alone, together were whole.
Second thoughts become third, fourth...forgotten.
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kt6550
You have some mixed tenses in here. You need to clean that up. On the plus, very good imagery.