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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.14.10.06.15769]] |
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I thought it was him again. But it turned out to be you. My skin is red My heart is pounding Blushing into tingling flush Blood pouring into teaming rush Your words are far too enticing Your thoughts like a trap I barely escape And yet I keep going back for more The bait and yet I love to tease as much as you would you hear my voice on my answering machine I believe that trap would be set Would I be caught or you? Would the bait be my waist long hair that changes into flowing honey when glimmered by the sun, The dark hypnotic green of my eyes, like ocean's depth that would leave you completely undone. Or my sweet, soft, child like voice? That whispers into the phone Leaving you quivering, shivering flesh Wishing we were alone Perhaps the words from my soul are the bait you so desire Or perhaps the bait is you... The words you breathe so easily which skip and slide across the page That smile at me with knowing look That tease and taunt each muscle tight.. Or perhaps it is my mind... That plays upon your words.. That romps in your field of daisies.. that breathes in your manly scent... Touching your manly chest.... Perhaps.. ~ |