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Casanova Aug 2010
So wicked
Are my intentions
So bold in truth - dare I approach


I must, for my passion's
Blind the wrongs - that many fail to see


Should one smile - at their own insecurity
Or frown in disbelief - at my audacity


May I kiss, the pale flesh
Of ample *******
To awaken - the glow of lustful hearts


May I devour, the soft fruit
Your ripe centre - under the stars


May I be so bold
To explore your deprived need
If you were to be so wild


And submit - to me
Casanova Aug 2010
Her angelic way
Shines, as she lower's
Her chin to smile

Flawless are her eyes
Like precious stones - I am mesmerized

But not for the first time

Her long
Flowing brunette hair
As if touched -  by the hands of angels

Caresses the beauty of her soft neck

Her sweet aroma - tickles my senses
To the very perfume of  her beauty

Elegantly, she glides
Over the room as if carried - by the hands of God

For once, I believe, but does she - in me
Casanova Aug 2010
Let us not complicate
Though you speak of my deceit
Perpetrated upon women

I have always left to others
The decision to find fault
In my tendencies

Whether it be that of good
Or wicked, this I trust in both
As it forms my character

Is it confession, you request
Or are you exploiting
My course of life

If this is to be known
Then I shall admit
But have you ever awakened
In unfamiliar beds, with ladies

You fail to remember
Casanova Aug 2010
My beauty
Are you this strong
To resist

For my charm
Was born with
Soft lips, may I kiss you

Along your hips, may I dare
Be so bold to reach

To

Your skin
Soft, like silk, may I touch
caress, wantonly

For one nights love
Spent alone with you

I see from
Your glowing breast
That want, your need
To be with me

Leave this marbled hall
For we can dance
With the moon in your eyes

And I shall taste
Your pulsing desire
Before you spend, one nights

Love with me, before you retire
Casanova Aug 2010
Who is she
This beauty
I must have her

Take her
Tenderly, share
My lips with her

Passionately

I must, I trust
My heart, knowingly
For I will love her

For one night only

I shall make her mine
Oh what beauty, so divine            
I will drink from her

Share my lust
For just one night

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