On my knees.
Hair hiding my eyes.
Swept away in lust.
A part of me wholly free.
Lost in the moment.
Lost while I feel you.
A need to hear you.
Strong hands grip my hair.
My eyes tell a story.
Of lust, passion, intensity.
Release of control.
This is my greed.
Selfishness my only excuse.
Take me, teach me, need me.
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4 comments:
Deja vu.
Mmmm... nice.
You're an amazing poet. One day I want them all in a book, and sent to me sealed with a lipstick kiss, and your smell...
Have a wonderful weekend x
very nice, made me think of...
Something isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love
Graduation's almost here my love
Teach me tonight
- Sammy Cahn
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