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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
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
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
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

— The End —