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Anger of Passion

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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.
 
Written by Lookawaynow (Rose)
Published
Author's Note
When his want is great I'll not stand in his way of getting at me
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