Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Perverse? I think not.

Perverse?

I think not.

I would love to push you against a wall and tear off today.
wake naked tomorrow with a smile
I would love to make use of my cold hands as it warms your inner thighs,
Let me tickle slightly
Biting your lip you'll knod for talking seems out of place.
There is no time for conversation,
I'll simply ask questions.
"How does it make you feel?"
"Do you like that?"
"Harder?"
Make you feel like the only woman on earth perched next to her king
Every part of your sweat ill lick
Breast ill squeeze
Say what the fuck comes to mind.

Perverse?

I think not.

Just a moment of thought.

Now, back to work.

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