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Anger of Passion
.
And I'd know we'd be
close to our destination
His hand on the wheel,
the other meandering
under my skirts
Till objective reached,
resting against fabric,
Wetted with thoughts
now rising;
Can imagine his "gonna be
wanting me some of that"
speak
Raising the temperature,
Seen in the awakening
created upon himself
for me.
Oh, dreamy thoughts!
No formalities,
how he'd rip them down
In the anger of "let me
at it" passionate want,
burying his head between,
provider of his thirst, I'll
spread & deliver to order
once behind closed
doors.
And I'd know we'd be
close to our destination
His hand on the wheel,
the other meandering
under my skirts
Till objective reached,
resting against fabric,
Wetted with thoughts
now rising;
Can imagine his "gonna be
wanting me some of that"
speak
Raising the temperature,
Seen in the awakening
created upon himself
for me.
Oh, dreamy thoughts!
No formalities,
how he'd rip them down
In the anger of "let me
at it" passionate want,
burying his head between,
provider of his thirst, I'll
spread & deliver to order
once behind closed
doors.
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