You wouldn’t…

 

Would you,

my dear?

Greet me with

the experienced grip

of your eager fingers

on my ingenue hips?

But nothing forbids

me from imagining

the sweet sound

of your moaning…

Because my lips,

just so you know this

never run out of inspiration,

when traveling on

trembling skin.

And I’d know

no rest until…

Until…

 

I’d know no rest.

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