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The veneer is removed, have been exposed
Displayed for all to see
No longer can I claim anonymity
A blessing or a curse
No longer do I need shadows
When I describe the sexual fire
For all know my aim is for you
Now not only do you know my quest
But other suitors do that pursue
Free I am to wax poetically
And just be called a fool
For all know the game I am engaged in
Can be frustrating, manic and yes cruel
When night comes and I can not rest
Wondering whose cream you are lusting for
Whose hands go up and down your body
Tasting your sweet elixir pour
When you put on the form fitting dress
Knowing eyes watch you move
Does a voice whisper in your ear
"Hello sexy let's start our groove"?
Does the turn on make you insatiable
Knowing that at night the rod will make it's way
Anything that can be done to deter
Something I can do to make you sway
Or is it a fait accompli?
Maybe my efforts are better spent
In forgetting about the past
Providing you a sweeter memory
Hoping your kisses turn my way at last
So yes I may be too late
But Pat said "love is a battlefield"
Not so clear is that moment
When one must concede and yield!
Displayed for all to see
No longer can I claim anonymity
A blessing or a curse
No longer do I need shadows
When I describe the sexual fire
For all know my aim is for you
Now not only do you know my quest
But other suitors do that pursue
Free I am to wax poetically
And just be called a fool
For all know the game I am engaged in
Can be frustrating, manic and yes cruel
When night comes and I can not rest
Wondering whose cream you are lusting for
Whose hands go up and down your body
Tasting your sweet elixir pour
When you put on the form fitting dress
Knowing eyes watch you move
Does a voice whisper in your ear
"Hello sexy let's start our groove"?
Does the turn on make you insatiable
Knowing that at night the rod will make it's way
Anything that can be done to deter
Something I can do to make you sway
Or is it a fait accompli?
Maybe my efforts are better spent
In forgetting about the past
Providing you a sweeter memory
Hoping your kisses turn my way at last
So yes I may be too late
But Pat said "love is a battlefield"
Not so clear is that moment
When one must concede and yield!
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