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I do like to be ravished but

Those gentle caresses do more for me

Than friction between eager thighs.



Your platonic hugs were more pleasurable

Than feeling your aching tongue tracing

Erroneous areas along my body.



Each brush meant to elicit moans

Now replays in my mind because

Your desiring look was filled with lies.



Each lustful glance acts as daggers

Through a heart that doesn’t remember

The time before I was only your mistress.