As I said before,
Men love me for my body
They adore the soft curves
And the pink of my lips
The arch of my back
The sweetness between my hips
My ex-lover treasured me for
My tender touch
His fingers were tiny flames
Burning to the third-degree
A new man came around
Begging and pleading
He requested the pleasure I hold
Shaking limbs and muffled moans
But I know he didn't want me
He desired the pleasure
He craved my body
For RS
(A lot of word *****)
Maybe this is too much but it all needs to come out somehow.
"Would you do anything besides ***? I want to be a better person. I really do. I just want to make someone feel good for a change. I have this craving."