Can I go down and kiss you there for just an hour?
Can I do it to the trickle of the shower?
You wet my lips; I ask “ Is it to soon?”
Is it the rage of love or the full moon?
I clasp you with my arms and all beneath
As all your essence pores and wets my lips
You played so hard to get, but can’t retreat
As you push me aggressively into your hips
If all these word could play out in your mind
To have you touch yourself in soft caress
Can you see it all to clearly now?
As I soon take a suckle from your breasts
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