Sweet aroma of flesh and blood
So real in my arms, that reality is you
It is your skin and your hair
My nose pressed up to your mane
Inhaling your ability to take over my mind
Your voice comes so seldom
To my now starving ears
How many times do you think of me
While you fondle yourself?
While you take care of what needs done?
My dear virgin boy
Who plagues my mind day after day
The one who has no idea of
What I want to do to him
Piano melodies play through
My mind as I imagine the things
My lips could do to your ever so
Soft flesh.
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I want to corrupt you
Copyright 2005 SilverPagan ~Jessica Poole~
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