Four to the right...
More of the wine tips itself
I indulge myself a little more
Not forgetting to watch you sip away
Days stressed melt with a lipstick stain
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Healthily imprinted on the side of a glass
Eyes glowing exceptionally in the candle light
As I run my fingers through the finest
Radiant, silky hair that slips through
Trembling fingers of a man with class
          Three to the left...
S miling brightly, your lips start to beg
Ovations to success as your eyes close
Ushering the urge to lean in, I pause
Listening to your slow desperate breathing
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Startled by my own confidence
Pursed lips slowly collide in fashion
I am struck by the aggression of the action
Running fingers down the back of a dress
I can feel the tingling sensation of the skin inside
Trying to scream out in needed satisfaction
          One to the right...Click!
By the pressing of your body against mine
Oscillation of rhythmic breathing ensues
Drunk off the softness of my touch
You slowly drop one ******* your black dress

     *Let Us Begin...