There is something you can do to release me.
It involves you me that bed and a pair of handcuffs.
I see you are game and shall i say you are raising to the ocassion.
Shooth me by starting gently and kiss me.
In the games of love and war this is just for you.
I submit, do as you want, this is for you.
There is that look og hunger as if i am a meal you have yet barely sampled , and yet we have " fumbled " so much.
You love my taste. Sweet you say , a taste of ambrosia.
A taste of me on my libs as i kiss that mouth it as given me so much pleasure, time to come.
You know me well enough to know there is no ache you can`t fulfil.
Tomorrow it is your turn.