The Sonnet Man's Seduction
She opens her soul to me and I gaze
To see that it is for me that she yearns,
As the touch of her lips sets me ablaze,
And I am content to just let it burn.
Her perfect pairs of flesh stand between us,
And yet I can still feel her heart beating,
As my fingers solicit her spines trust,
By pleasing her with the warmest greeting.
Now, from back to thigh, she swells with passion;
Inch by inch my desire for her grows
To the point that my love becomes fashion,
No longer controlling where my blood flows.
Just when I am free to do what I please,
Another woman brings me to my knees.
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