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Click hereNo longer able to think
About anything else
My mind
Is always on you
And the naughty dream
We both want to be real...
Turn out the lights
Strip me naked
Pleasure me with your hands
And your mouth
Make me see stars
Then slip your cock
Inside me
Making the want
Even deeper
Until I give in
And become the one
For you
The first one to make me feel this way...
Then I will be a corrupted woman
In the arms
Of her lover
My dark and dangerous stanger
My one and only
Sweet and seductive lover
Forever the changer of my destiny...
In the heat of the dark night
I become the desire of one whp
Will always corrupt me, making me his lover...
Why is becoming a lover corrupting?
Is this a fantasy of the protagonist?
Your poem is strong enough not to need the street word "cock". It might be a soother and gentler read if you reworked that line without it.
typos:
"stanger"
"whp"