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Give me a partner who can touch me with words like velvet hands, a poet.
Word-tender caresses that go further than those of a simple mortal man.
The delicate touch of a poet is so tender.
Every time, word-fingers dig deep, stimulating, haunting, soaking, and seducing my body and mind.
Oh Lord, grant me a sweetheart who is a poet.
His heart is filled with fire and lust.
A fiend with a silver tongue whose words make me long to be bowed down in the dark.
My poet inside wants to be free to feel love for the first time, but word foreplay is what makes me want him. Up until now, only mind lust has loved me.
Word-tender caresses that go further than those of a simple mortal man.
The delicate touch of a poet is so tender.
Every time, word-fingers dig deep, stimulating, haunting, soaking, and seducing my body and mind.
Oh Lord, grant me a sweetheart who is a poet.
His heart is filled with fire and lust.
A fiend with a silver tongue whose words make me long to be bowed down in the dark.
My poet inside wants to be free to feel love for the first time, but word foreplay is what makes me want him. Up until now, only mind lust has loved me.
Published 27th Jun 2023
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