Your face exudes
Beauty and innocence
And the temptation
To trust is overbearing
Your lips part in alluring smile
But play with words
That whisper sweet nothings
Which should fall on deaf ears
Your eyes are glazed
With desire and longing
Yet are overshadowed
By deceitful intent
Your hands are delicately soft
And your caress so gentle
Yet your grip on my heart
Crushes like iron
The curves of your body
Hold me in trance and though
My mind screams in protest
I fall deep within you
The blatant truth slaps me in the face
But I cannot escape you
And I welcome your ruse
Just to press your body close to mine
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Your face exudes
Beauty and innocence
And the temptation
To trust is overbearing
Your lips part in alluring smile
But play with words
That whisper sweet nothings
Which should fall on deaf ears
Your eyes are glazed
With desire and longing
Yet are overshadowed
By deceitful intent
Your hands are delicately soft
And your caress so gentle
Yet your grip on my heart
Crushes like iron
The curves of your body
Hold me in trance and though
My mind screams in protest
I fall deep within you
The blatant truth slaps me in the face
But I cannot escape you
And I welcome your ruse
Just to press your body close to mine
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