Only the smallest little taste
doled out.
So sparingly, so cruelly
Craving and salivating for more.
Anything to ask for more of this
to convince I’m worth the time
to feed my appetite is mutually beneficial.
But no.
A tight-fisted, cold lover.
Nothing given with sweetness.
Only at his pleasure
Uncaring of my hunger and need.
I want the pleasure.
The small, sighing moans
and the drowsing warmth.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
Only the smallest little taste
doled out.
So sparingly, so cruelly
Craving and salivating for more.
Anything to ask for more of this
to convince I’m worth the time
to feed my appetite is mutually beneficial.
But no.
A tight-fisted, cold lover.
Nothing given with sweetness.
Only at his pleasure
Uncaring of my hunger and need.
I want the pleasure.
The small, sighing moans
and the drowsing warmth.
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