Lust Just
Lust Just
The scent of this woman his friend drives him positively crazy,
yet he daydreams of lightly caressing her like when one touches the petals of a rose or a daisy.
The urges and yearning within become to much for this one man to bear,
when the thoughts of lightly caressing turn to her dress that he wants so badly to completely rip off in one tear.
And in the midst of this feast finally lust turning to touch,
they kiss and indeed this is something he has wanted so very very much.
Two body's touch seeming as one intertwined with no regret for now,
it goes on well into the night almost morning before not saying goodbye but chow.
These lustful dreams becoming reality at no set specific or given time,
have their rewards like two body's finally held close and fitting perfect like when you yourself can feel that perfect song, poem or a rhyme.
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