I long for you to say
Please touch me there
While biting your lip
Or tousling your hair
Please guide my touch
I don’t wish to grope
I may be just a man
But assured, I’m no dope
Give up your wanton need
What is your secret pleasure
Tell me what you want
And I’ll take it’s measure
You hunger for release
The thrill of physical fire
Now tell me what you want
Your secret heart’s desire
Phoebus
©060305
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