Love Next to the Campfire: Warmth, Sparks & Endless Nights

You and I, sitting by the campfire,
I long to kiss you so deeply,
Making love until dawn.

Holding you gently
Fills me with warmth,
Foraging for your filthy, fervid love
Amidst a sensual storm.

The fragrance of your valley of love
Carries the scent of an exquisite orchid,
Drowning in a torrid honey bottle,
Nibbling your cheeks from the pottle.

Let’s quench our thirst,
By sinking our lips together,
Letting them linger and dwell
In the glow of this warm campfire.

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