poetry

What she wants

See you from across the room looking at the mirror in front of you making poses too hot to resist
Caught you catching your breath staring at your pretty eyes you said, ‘by golly, aren’t I the prettiest kid?!’
I said ‘sure you are!’ You little tease so let me set you on this wooden piece to give you your prettiest award
Then I found my lips on top of hers it was beautifully soft and pursed next we move on to the floor

We were on the floor

Wicked games like child’s play. illicit love was always safe from the clutches of those who didn’t understand
She was a regular walk-in that she ended up stalking and seduced this poor vulnerable man
I could suppress it no more ‘you come here dirty little whore you, we’re gonna do this my way’
You’ll never be able to forget me I’ll be in your every memory you’ll forever remain my prey

Most affectionately yours,

The man who owns you..

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