When I look into your eyes, they're gentle, yet
haunting, and they always tantalize.
They look so wicked...so hypnotic, I can see
they're filled with fire.
Their lust burns my flesh, and their
temptations feed the flames of my sensual
desire.
There's the full moon...there's the dinner for
two, with soft candle lights.
The evening's still young, and I have foreseen
the pleasures of specially shared delights.
If you turn down the music to a whispering low,
and you promise to take me very very slow,
I will then indulge in your erotic fever
with its lurid fantasies.
Just tease me, then touch me,
and delight as you please.
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