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The unknowing...

smooth warm skin slaps hard upon my vanity,
welting rosebuds seeking your exalting lusty satifaction,
Your tender eyes cut through me in despise,
Your tantelising lips speak poison in my name,
Your generous smile smirks with stingy malice,

And me the unknowing...

Your comforting grip digs deep into my flesh,
Your tilted head and husky laugh ridicules me,
Your looming closeness rears the hairs on my skin,
My stillness in your force upon raise the serpent,
Contra hated is the lack of control,
The unknowing guess...

My unspoken suggesting the slightest chance.
Pressed into heat that scorns the desires source,
nonsubmission holds you hostage to my game.
The twist has come, in that, I take my pleasure!
The knowing...

You took a chance in an unguarded moment
you chose your retreat in making advances.
Now as rosebuds all things owed are unbestowed
I'll keep the sting and the one thats owed-
and with it I keep your control,
And you the knowing...