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i’m a scoundrel
I'm a scoundrel thru-and-thru
please don't fall whate'er you do
no libel mine should pain ensue
withdraw your heart
should passion start
what I want's not within
but rather skin-to-skin
I'm a scoundrel fond of flesh
female forms in moonlight fresh
porcelain curves a sensual thresh
I'll not speak of
this phantom "Love"
but bid my time to waste
on savoring your taste
I'm a scoundrel that is true
there is no heed in what I do
exploring every inch of you
with moistened lips
and fingertips
adoring for my crime
your surfaces sublime
I'm a scoundrel in-and-out
weakened by a playful pout
I worship on my knees devout
that place divine
the lotus thine
seductive yet demure
your smouldering allure
I'm a scoundrel captives none
a fool for live libid’nous fun
and I will never be outdone
my mission lone
to make you moan
perfecting what I do
is ALL in pleasing you
I'm a scoundrel always be
bent on dame debauchery
still I often wish you'd see
my self as more
worth caring for
I must admit to you
that now I'm falling ...
too.
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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