If I had a slice of your pie, can I easily go for seconds?
If I gave you a gift because I wanted to, what would you reckon?
Would my presence and my words have you beckoned?
If I kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, would you weaken at the knees?
Your soft skin, impeccable collarbones, and lovely hips; are they hard to please?
Would I find you in my room, on my bed with messy sheets?
Do you want me and only me?
Top, bottom, or side: where would you want me to be?
Will you allow me to stare into your mysterious eyes or will I have to pay a fee?
Are you going to ask me the pleasures of my own?
To explore my fantasies, to see what I willfully condone?
Or is my eager heart completely and prematurely blown?
Where are you?
When will this ensue?
I'm all sorts of blue.
01-2013
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