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By Lydia Date: 2002 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.18.15.05.26193]] |
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Romance my mind, play with my moods - just don't take your finger off my trigger. You can spell out the rules to each tryst; what I can do, where I can touch, when I can taste. I can ( I will, I promise) follow along. In this room the will to please and the ambition to seek out pleasure find such a happy medium. Don't confuse the message; it is not all about sex. I think you have great ideals, wonderful kindness. Yet, I am tempted by your mouth, not the words it speaks. These precarious steps I take to your heart, inevitably start between your open legs. Honestly, that is where I prefer to stay, nestled in places where the brain fears to tread. Am I coming on too strong? |