"I don't know what you want",
He said,
"But perhaps I can guess",
His voice was
deep and throaty,
His hands beneath
your dress.
"You want someone
desirable,
Someone who
desires You".
"Someone who will
rough-gently do
the things you want
to do"
Someone who can
read your skin,
touch you both
without, within,
Knows when to slowly
speak,
And when to
begin,
Someone to hear
your secrets
In the middle of the
night,
Someone to
take your breath
and hold it
very tight
Until the
slow soft
bursting
of the light
behind your
eyes.
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