Conveying the message through his amazing eyes
Staring not at the colour, but in the words of his rhyme
Placing his hand on my face, embracing seductively slow
Reciprocation is clear, my body wanting him to know
Slip off my dress, touch me with your caress
Express your need to feel me...I must confess
I need you to please me, offering my all to you
Become one with my soul, come in the way you do
Satisfaction is near, our chemistry creating our passion
Pleasure now owned, give into temptation
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