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 You say come close to me, I want to touch you
I sit meekly anticipating your hands as they travel my stocking covered legs beginning at the edge of my shoe
Traveling painfully slow, teasingly, intentionally withholding my desire
I've prepared for you my darling a surprise, my words burn like fire
Wishing you would reach your destination soon
My flower blooming, you are my June
You realize no boundaries or fabric clad the petals around my rose
You looked enlightened, kiss me and pull me close