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I need to know
What would it feel like
on my skin, your touch,
would it be gentile,
soft or calloused and ruff?
What of the timbre of your voice when you talk?
Are you a sexy baritone or deep tenor,
how would it sound spoken into my ear?
What kind of sweet nothings
would whisper, when you come near?
What kind of things do you say,
when lust finally lays in you its claim?
Would they be egotistical
or descriptive of what I make you feel,
Would you spout a riot of explicit
blow by blow explanatives
or would they be a sensual selection
of worded erogene?
Desire and curiosity
have ignited an all consuming flame,
it reeks havoc on my physique,
my senses scream your name.
I want to know what it feels like
to be held in your arms,
whether or not you make love
with the lights off or on,
and do You call it making love
or is it all the same, just fucking?
Are you into sexually deviant behaviors
or are a sexually open-minded lover
who will be considerate of my body’s pleasures?
Have you explored the fine art of making love
per the instructions of the Kama Sutra
or some superficial idea that the
intercourse itself, for a woman, is enough?
Ohhh… thoughts of you incessantly occupy my mind,
your unclothed physique my fantasies ignite;
they torment me in ways a description defies.
If lust was a flavor, that flavor would carry your name
because you are what I have a taste for, you’re the sin I crave.
If this desire for you condemns me to hell,
then let us create a conflagration, stoke the flame,
because if I cannot consummate this passion
I have for you, than hell has already made its claim.
I need to know the answers to my questions,
no doubt about it, I must to know,
the man behind the name.
Gypsy Red
on my skin, your touch,
would it be gentile,
soft or calloused and ruff?
What of the timbre of your voice when you talk?
Are you a sexy baritone or deep tenor,
how would it sound spoken into my ear?
What kind of sweet nothings
would whisper, when you come near?
What kind of things do you say,
when lust finally lays in you its claim?
Would they be egotistical
or descriptive of what I make you feel,
Would you spout a riot of explicit
blow by blow explanatives
or would they be a sensual selection
of worded erogene?
Desire and curiosity
have ignited an all consuming flame,
it reeks havoc on my physique,
my senses scream your name.
I want to know what it feels like
to be held in your arms,
whether or not you make love
with the lights off or on,
and do You call it making love
or is it all the same, just fucking?
Are you into sexually deviant behaviors
or are a sexually open-minded lover
who will be considerate of my body’s pleasures?
Have you explored the fine art of making love
per the instructions of the Kama Sutra
or some superficial idea that the
intercourse itself, for a woman, is enough?
Ohhh… thoughts of you incessantly occupy my mind,
your unclothed physique my fantasies ignite;
they torment me in ways a description defies.
If lust was a flavor, that flavor would carry your name
because you are what I have a taste for, you’re the sin I crave.
If this desire for you condemns me to hell,
then let us create a conflagration, stoke the flame,
because if I cannot consummate this passion
I have for you, than hell has already made its claim.
I need to know the answers to my questions,
no doubt about it, I must to know,
the man behind the name.
Gypsy Red
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