Carried away by inuendo's
Your body language emulates
I sit in a dazed fantasy world
Wanting to re-create
Fornicator's are we?
Like the great City to All?
Babylon, she did the wrong
It brought about her fall
But temptation of your sweet lips
The essence of your drive
Makes me a solitary slave
Sensually so alive
But chained and tethered-bondage kept
Under your complete control
Sandwiched between the two of you
Is this how your garden grows?
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