Lustful longingMature

My skin awaits your touch,

do you prefer to be gentle,

or to be rough?

Your lips so tender and sweet...

when will ours meet?

Longingly I whisper in your ear,

Come - there's nothing to fear.

Skin burning

Stomach tossing, turning

body yearning

end my misery...

Just be mine tonight.

Tug my hair

Kiss me there

Leave me bare

Don't be scared.

My skin awaits your touch,

Do you prefer to be gentle, 

or to be rough? 

End this misery,


say you'll be mine tonight. 

The End

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