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To The Grave (Lust Taking Over.....)
So often the allusion,
“take it to my grave”
and twisted inside the delusion,
it will not do just that.....
…..o my belief
seeing you everyday
speaking and listening
to
everything
you
say
not hearing the words
but marveling in the way
your lips move.....
...taking that to the grave
always cordial, professional
selectively taking
the moral high ground,
not making one sound...
...yet my mind, body and soul
scream of
sensual, erotic
stimulation
uncontrollable salivation
inevitable “death by temptation”
watching you walk
to and fro....
...your body
I am a voyeur
consuming it's flow
You turn me on
all my
resistance,
done and gone
and I just want to
take you in my arms
and
simply
“take you”
until you feel my steamy, wet urge
flow like an ice blue
electrical spark
all
through
your
body
my beautiful friend
...taking that to my grave
afraid to loose
a most endearing symbiosis
linking me to you
Going absolutely insane,
that prickly arousal
every time I
hear
your
name
feeling my pressure rise
dangerously elevated
an Über un-naturale high
every time I
look into those
brilliant hazel-brown eyes
I am
on fire for you,
breathless and afraid
not knowing what to do,
you are“mon petite mort”...
...and it seems as though I'm destined to take that to the grave
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