Warning Shouts then the Love Shots

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An act of whimsical momentary
desire to please even though you
spoke of warning signals before
succumbing before the mornings
awakening that might have made
for blushing discussions when
daylight made clear head
If not for the fact I was there again  
as the sun filtered through
with you now watching
and me hearing the futility of you
warning me again
not that it isn't nice to hear
Infact Sir do carry on warning
give it some vocality
though I'll stop when I want to
And you Sir will never be loud enough..