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That gentle kiss I’ve placed for you,

softly on your lips,

and loving stroke across your cheek,  

seems not to do the trick.



I sense your underlying thirst

that raging inner storm.

Feel your passion growing bold,

your hungry body’s warm.



That feminine aggressive touch,

could drive a man insane.

Appease your rampant appetite,

my willingness is plain.



Naughty words can stir my heart,

if whispered in my ear.

So murmur something decadent,

things I long to hear.



Say anything that comes to mind,

hold nothing nasty back.

Devilish phrases turn me on,

an aphrodisiac.



Which touches keep you satisfied,

tell me what to do.

Show me where to put my hands,

my mouth, my fingers too.



A fevered frenzy, tearing clothes,

exposing as they rip.

Aggression suits my tigress fine,

your squeezed encircled grip.



Perhaps you’d like to sit astride,

take the upper hand.

Restrain my arms above my head,

your wish is my command.



Relieve your every wanton need,

satisfy desire.

Quench that burning pent-up lust

douse that raging fire.



I’ll be your perfect fantasy,

the one you’ve never had.

Your secret’s safe with me my dear,

I love it when your bad.