You burn into my mind your sweet divine. Your torture day and night are what I crave. I fall to the floor while my heart skips a beat. You stand there before me with barely anything on, I can only watch while you send my mind into a spiral. I finally give in to your love games and I ask for more as you laugh and take pity of my poor, poor soul. I’m addicted to the way you stare into my heart, confused by the way you hold back every time I try and give you my body. You leave me wanting everything you have. Why must you play hard to get? That love potion that you keep stored away secretively, you give it to me sparingly. My hands reach out for your love but you only give me your body, your soul, and your mind only when you want to. “Not yet, not quite” you would say, keeping your love from me so far away. I’m on my knees giving you every inch of me but that’s what you want because you love the sweet taste of being wanted.
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Penana
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