You could be mine,
The taste of your skin rolling
Gliding over my senses.
Erotic fantasies flashing over
In my mind, to let me know how
Much they don't compare to you.

I can almost feel the soft press of
Your body, warm, firm, molding with
Mine to form a perfect being.
Nimble fingers and hands working
Their spell over my desires.

We could be one, you know that,
We could become trapped in our
Fancies staying tied down in our
Own little play world held back by
A thirst that can't be quenched.

I could be yours, wrapped in clear
Blanket on display for your amusement
To show everyone the catch you've made
The servant you're found, the lover you choose.

We could be ours.

 
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