I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.
Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.
But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 3:16 AM UTC
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.
Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.
But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
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