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Mood Swing # 20:Tales Of A Cloaked Dagger
I admire you
as I desire you baby
cuz you felt my need to swim
in the sacred pond of your swan
you spread your intuition
and accommodated my angst
you took me in...tucked me tight...nice and snug
{drugged} my famished undercurrents
while whispering something
in the darkness
'' Naajir, my dear
come here..come hither
dig in for the night...a little deeper
come closer to the fire...yes love..right there
let me cloak your dagger
in my warmth ''
hook line and sinker
i was no longer a thinker...just a throbber
i needed to throb you
grab you...grope you...choke you
release you
grant you air...then take it back
snatch you from the rear...remind you of your arrears
pull on your hair..lick and smear your tears
it's been years...and you fuckin owe me
you know me
home grown in your garden
birthing forth the winding root of the fruit
i now bear down on you...bullying emotions
all your fault of course
your body..a casualty
a causality...cause and effect
my spoil of war...my end game
my new beginning
here to flood you with
sleepless nights and hazed filled days
to sway and swing your moods
through the swirl of my lewd imagination
you know how it goes
so when i fuck you
think of {my imprint} as footprints
follow my lead and just know
i'm only finishing what you started
as I desire you baby
cuz you felt my need to swim
in the sacred pond of your swan
you spread your intuition
and accommodated my angst
you took me in...tucked me tight...nice and snug
{drugged} my famished undercurrents
while whispering something
in the darkness
'' Naajir, my dear
come here..come hither
dig in for the night...a little deeper
come closer to the fire...yes love..right there
let me cloak your dagger
in my warmth ''
hook line and sinker
i was no longer a thinker...just a throbber
i needed to throb you
grab you...grope you...choke you
release you
grant you air...then take it back
snatch you from the rear...remind you of your arrears
pull on your hair..lick and smear your tears
it's been years...and you fuckin owe me
you know me
home grown in your garden
birthing forth the winding root of the fruit
i now bear down on you...bullying emotions
all your fault of course
your body..a casualty
a causality...cause and effect
my spoil of war...my end game
my new beginning
here to flood you with
sleepless nights and hazed filled days
to sway and swing your moods
through the swirl of my lewd imagination
you know how it goes
so when i fuck you
think of {my imprint} as footprints
follow my lead and just know
i'm only finishing what you started
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