Megan
Well, she's all sweet and sexual, wants not just fun
but adventure too. Mind is full of passion fruit.
I have no doubt that I love her eyes.
They water and sparkle when starred at in wonder.
They beg to be seen and demand to be questioned
and her lips
are pert with cute expression
inviting a bite in the stillest gesture.
As your eyes slide hungrily, from her toes to her hair and
all over perfection, those blue oceans grow wide, noticed
and looked down, something like submission.
Seemingly has much time for anyone, is ripe
and for the taking,
but knowing she has someone, acts accordingly
and would hesitate permission.
A powerful pull, does this combination,
arc both ways, fuelling the predicament.
All this without a kiss, and I wonder what I miss
What wonders of her bliss, I vain to dismiss?
Whilst my mind is focused on not one nor any,
of her particular things I can delete from memory.
I am not sad nor happy, I swim in foreplay
but I will always be hungry for more if she sends me.
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