barefoot savage

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naked and restless
here in this room
desiring you
i am like drunk on wine with your coming

the first time
i fed you cut peaches
your lips were red with wine
and all the time you were talking
i was thinking of kissing you
wondering when and how

your eyes guarded behind a fence
should i climb over dear
or tear it down
should i say
i am your barefoot savage
capture me
lean me against a tree
lay me down on the leaves
take me
until i cry mercy

we’re both too shy dear
too gentle

this time we will feed on each other
i will part your thighs
i’ll lick your smooth flesh
filling you with moans and sighs
i’ll kiss your lips over and over

i want to dance for you

Michèle Voltaire Marcelin

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One Response to “desire”

  1. Maryse says:

    Et quelle danse ce sera!!! A peine si les plus justes seront sauvés…

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