Desires of a Licentious Soul


Liquorices is thy tongue as sweet bubble gum,
Just as she told me last, wearing a frown for a mask,
Overcoming her needs was great indeed, oh what a wondrous task,
All are not as they seem, be conscious of the one who stares,

As light hit my newly opened eyes, I remember the day,
Her face seem shiny, sparkling eve, her skirt began too sway,
Softly her hands met cheek of mine, lips introduce, eyes could only pray,
Legs glisten with a potent glow, those hands, my back knees give way,
Temperature rises just as spring seasons and clothes go their way,
From black to white no fade.


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