Can I kiss you on the lips
Can I feel you from the hips.
Can I peel off all your clothes
Can I touch you from your head to your toes.
Can I dominate you from above
Can I be enslaved from below.
Can I arouse you from your breasts
Can I taste all the rest.
Can I penetrate your void so wet
Can I thrust faster if you’ll let.
Can I moan and
Can I groan.
Can I defoul you beyond measure and
Can I shower you in ecstatic pleasure.
Can I leave you as a lover
Can I regard you like no other.
Can I call you my one and only true love
Can you be my angel
To live pure is to live honest;
to yourself. A life full of flavour is
the consequence of untainted living.
Drinking tea black, just tea leaves and milk
to living without influence; the poison so attractive
in following the crowd- in costume, the road to sin.
Hypocritical however, writing about this.
Reading, do you find my words, my emotion? or,