The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.
This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.
When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.
Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.
Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.
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The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.