I crave a bitter-sweet choice,
the taste of your lips.
The smell of your voice,
and soft rounded hips.
I need you right now,
please don't go.
You can go tomorrow,
but go very slow.
Take everything off,
and prepare for attention.
My plan for you,
is too sinful to mention.
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