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Prowling through your dreams

Prowling through your dreams

It's late at night and you're in a fitful sleep but you can feel me in your bed, hungry and full of passion, I prowl inside your head

Hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment I should strike, when to pounce on you and have my way, just do the things I like

Clawing at your lingerie, removing all silk and lace, to pin you down with power, then i ravage you at my desired pace

Take my time to taste you all, there's nothing I want to miss, nipping at your softest skin, I'm ravenous for a kiss

You don't try to fight me off, you could struggle, kick and bite but you know that will only spur me on, I love it when you fight

It makes the sex much sweeter, if you have to earn it on the night, deep inside you want it, you know that this is right

I pin you face down, you hear me growling in your ear, it's just to say I'm in control, to spread some sexual fear

That deep sexual, hungry noise, my hungry animalistic growl, coming from your poet, who tonight is on the prowl


Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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On the pŕowl
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