Woman On My Bed
She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
What she does wear is very revealing
There’s not a part of her that can be loathed
I loved looking at her, surely seeing
What she does wear is very revealing
She lays in a provocative manner
I loved looking at her, surely seeing
My eyes are open, she then seems wilder
She lays in a provocative manner
With a large crooked grin, leading me on
My eyes are open, she then seems wilder
Passion is high, we will mate until dawn
With a large crooked grin, leading me on
She motions for me to get into bed
Passion is high, we will mate until dawn
There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead
She motions for me to get into bed
We hold each other close, being as one
There’s not a thing I’d rather do instead
She lovingly touches my forehead some
We hold each other close, being as one
There’s not a part of her that can be loathed
She lovingly touches my forehead some
She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
Russell Sivey
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