Swift the Hand to Deceiving the Eye (re edit)

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You made me this way
living out my fantasies
Imaginative first kisses
slow and sensual
soft and hard
 
Your hands,
Oh boy! who could forget
those swift movements
taking my breath away
with eager determination
before mine had time to think
of zippers and catches
you had me stripped down
naked
pushed onto the bed
with that thirst
along my pleasure smile
attacking with a hunger
my poor sweet bloom
surrendering my shouts
to your touches

I swear,
swear I could be heard
from the next room along.

Remembering my thoughts,
eventually playing catch up
with unbuttoning your shirt,
telling you it's ok to be nervous..

Way.. way too late Mr.