Lust 1


Shall we uptake the beat here my love ?

Take me here , right know on the dance floor.

Your hands that fell me up as we swirl.

I can barely control the hurge to rip your clothes

but for now it is enough that my body is against yours

rubbing, tempting, come and get me, my love.

 I am yours.

I throw my head back in laughter when you say low

 so i am the only one to hear " you will  pay for this" but you are smiling

   as you said it, so i know...

All bets are off now, take me home or the nearest toilet.


The End

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