I dream of you as fingers roam
to places deep within
and wonder how I ever lost
the urge to roar with sin.
My hands they wander, quicker now,
with eager memory
of how your limbs felt wrapped with mine,
though it has never been.
You loved me once in forest glade,
again on golden shore
you took me on a stormy night
and left me wanting more.
Now here I lie in shaking form
exhaling ragged breath
in hope that one day you'll return
to love me half to death.
My body is your witness,
please shake it to it's core,
how cruel it seems to leave me here
in lust forevermore.
So take these wanton letters,
this statement of my need,
then fill my ever lonely nights
with sweet debauchery.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
I dream of you as fingers roam
to places deep within
and wonder how I ever lost
the urge to roar with sin.
My hands they wander, quicker now,
with eager memory
of how your limbs felt wrapped with mine,
though it has never been.
You loved me once in forest glade,
again on golden shore
you took me on a stormy night
and left me wanting more.
Now here I lie in shaking form
exhaling ragged breath
in hope that one day you'll return
to love me half to death.
My body is your witness,
please shake it to it's core,
how cruel it seems to leave me here
in lust forevermore.
So take these wanton letters,
this statement of my need,
then fill my ever lonely nights
with sweet debauchery.
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