Scratch an itch I plea
Why not hear me please
Sensual and great you would be
I see in your eyes, they emerge out of sea of passion
I feel it in your touch, which can be as smooth as
Mink’s tail
I hear it in your voice
More of a desire tunnel I enter
Each time, every moment I crave
From my mouth’s moan to the
Curve in my spine I so boldly hold
Bear the silk along my thighs
Cram the space between my eyes
Tear my flesh
Glue my heart
Onto the floor and beyond.
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