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Her seductive stares,

I could scarcely shun,

Loving me intensely,

I knew she had begun.

Her figure was as stunning,

As the statue of Aphrodite,

So delicately crafted,

So hot and sexy!

I had the chance of kissing her,

But waited for the apt moment to occur!

The bow of my body lay suspended by your charms

hung in mid air with the lightest of touch

Fire glazen eyes burn through naked flesh 

Shudders tentatively meet the tips of your lips

Rib cage to Belly,

belly to hips,

to thigh

Breaths lay untaken

Tension rides the sinews 

Pleasure languishing in every  stroke 

Your heated approach has left me starving,

Unlocked, ready, awashed with drippings

Flooding senses overridden

I thought no meant no?

Don’t seduce me,

You may be as luscious as Menka,

But you can’t be triumphant eventually,

In stealing my sleep, leaving me in insomnia.

Indeed I’m an admirer of beauty,

Yet I don’t want to be a sinner,

I don’t call myself a saint heavenly,

I loved only one girl forever.

Even if she is not beside me,

I can feel her existence ever in my psyche.

Break down my barriers and shelter me inside
Those warm troubles alibies that you think coincide
To the solution of a sex-driven vile pride
And behind the shadows of seduction you hide.

Well, oh two can play this game of seek
Don't be so shy, you're coming off as weak.
You started this all with those "please save me" eyes
Don't act like this was going to be a surprise.

I know what you are and how many women you've taken
And yet, here you are, like a baby, you're shakin'
And with that cool calmness, I know, boy you're fakin'

Because we both know that you've sadly mistaken

Me

For the victim
For I am the  alpha
And you are to kneel.

I take to thee what has been so terribly deserved
Now it's your turn to get unnerved
Because I know your games, and I will not be attached
I have come to tie you to the matress, unmatched
My dominance is to your submissive surprise
As I take the sweet something between your thighs

You beg for mercy as I move through your soul
And you beg and plead for me to say "I love you so"
But how could I ever love anyone such as you
After everything you've put them through?

Now it's time someone did it to you. 

She claimed to be a hybrid

with alabaster skin and cheeky alure,

calling all hand maidens to render service.

She sits high on her throne

fanning herself,

awaiting a worthy Concubine

to unstich her corset,

releasing her small tufts

as incentive to ambush

her prey in this rehearsed

performance of seduction.

Her charms, unsucessful...

silent smerks, hidden giggles,

Another failed attempt of release,

She orders a bath drawn

to submerge herself and mask

the tears of rejection.

 She is extremely voluptuous,

And curvaceous,

Like a lioness,

An epitome of loveliness.

The very first day,

She stole my heart right away,

By staring into my eyes,

Her dilated pupils didn’t know lies.

Yes, something in me turned her on,

Being utterly mesmerised I gave in to her seduction!

She is the source of all induction,

Silver slipper of a moon.

With subtle power of great seduction,

Causing the strong to tremble and the powerful to swoon.

We are helpless to her hazy glow,

Casting shimmering slivers of desire on all who dare to tread below.

Her misty light serves quiet yearning, igniting the taste for forbidden fruits

Ever stronger burning.

She is a crafty serpent knowing all our wants,

Flaunting the untouchable, unrelentlessley she taunts.

You see she is intoxicating--lowering all our inhibitions, beckoning us to follow,

And as if possessed, we heed that call, unwary of the course of sorrow.

Blindly we let her lead us by the hand down whatever path she chooses,

And for every ounce of fleshly pleasure a thousand times is what each of us loses.

Her mystery is what entices us onward down that wayward path,

Material creatures that we are never forethink the aftermath.

This woman however is no stranger for we all do know her well,

She is your heart and flesh and want whom sin and treachery befell.

Coaxing, coquettish, our strongest weakness, unheeding of our strenous plight.

Dormant when night becomes the day, aroused when day begets the night.

She is the source of all induction,

Silver slipper of a moon.

With subtle power of great seduction,

Causing the strong to tremble and the powerful to swoon.

We are helpless to her hazy glow,

Casting shimmering slivers of desire on all who dare to tread below.

Her misty light serves quiet yearning, igniting the taste for forbidden fruits

Ever stronger burning.

She is a crafty serpent knowing all our wants,

Flaunting the untouchable, unrelentlessley she taunts.

You see she is intoxicating--lowering all our inhibitions, beckoning us to follow,

And as if possessed, we heed that call, unwary of the course of sorrow.

Blindly we let her lead us by the hand down whatever path she chooses,

And for every ounce of fleshly pleasure a thousand times is what each of us loses.

Her mystery is what entices us onward down that wayward path,

Material creatures that we are never forethink the aftermath.

This woman however is no stranger for we all do know her well,

She is your heart and flesh and want whom sin and treachery befell.

Coaxing, coquettish, our strongest weakness, unheeding of our strenous plight.

Dormant when night becomes the day, aroused when day begets the night.

Must I act the part the part to be considered dark?

Must I dress the style to show what I am?

Must I speak as one who knows the darkness?

Must I hold you and drink from you just so you will know that I speak the truth about my heritage?

Must I strap on the leather and the let you feel the pleasure that comes from immense pain?

Must I let the whip fly, listen to the braids just before they touch that delicious skin of yours?

Ah mon cheri, so long have you waited for this. Do not back away now that you know who I really am.

Ma petite cheri the time is now at hand, your emotions, body and mind belong to me.

I give you leather…