“Wanton Wants”
Underneath the surface
Resides my true intent
Kissing madly madly
Hushed proximal breath
Leaning into it
Digesting
The sense of you and I
Culminates in sins chosen
Lost in galaxies,
You call eyes
Excited eve electric
Desire for insides
Insights new arrival
Forbidden by design
High hanging fruit from your garden,
Your basket of delights
I’d trust a serpent ‘fore an Angel
If you gave me one long night
Press, yes press against me
Find my heartbeat
Drive me wild
You brought a constant deep desire
When you hit me with that smile
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