Your eyes
Your smile
Your graceful control,
A puppet on a string,
Of love
Of lust
Desires and trust,
And every little thing.
Your fingers dance
Across your chest.
My eyes so close behind.
You pull the fabric
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Chasing what they may find.
You smile as you capture me.
I'll forfeit to this lust of yours.
Libido at your every whim,
Ask lust of me, and all is yours.
We should sleep, but that's too bad;
There's clothing to be removed.
You ask of me, and off it comes,
Revealing more lust to be proved
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC
Your eyes
Your smile
Your graceful control,
A puppet on a string,
Of love
Of lust
Desires and trust,
And every little thing.
Your fingers dance
Across your chest.
My eyes so close behind.
You pull the fabric
Show more or less
Chasing what they may find.
You smile as you capture me.
I'll forfeit to this lust of yours.
Libido at your every whim,
Ask lust of me, and all is yours.
We should sleep, but that's too bad;
There's clothing to be removed.
You ask of me, and off it comes,
Revealing more lust to be proved
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