The Garden of My Lust
Drunk with desire for your touch
feeling your breath pass over my skin
heightened passions
blowing the lid 200 Fahrenheit
Can I not draw you to me?
Would it cost you that much
to receive this passionate offering of me?
Making love with you once
would last until the urge dictated
my moves in the direction for
afternoon delight once again with you?
And your hunger...
How is that sated?
Is your well deep enough to
wash you with comfort?
Are there faces living in your repertoire?
And you conjure them up for your fantasy rides.
Or is just looking enough for you.
bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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