I always knew you were watching me,
And that I had begun to raise the tides
Of your intoxicating blood
Coursing
Pulsating
Through every organ
In your body.
Yours is an invasion
To which I respond
By spreading open the floodgates
To the haunting cry
Of my insatiable desire.
Release.
I never expected the truth to manifest so intensely,
So passionately…
With my fingers sliding beneath
The red lace of my knickers…
They say I’m too young to love you…
I guess it’s a good job,
That I don’t love you.
It’s more than that…
It is the very law of nature.
“How many orgasms have you had today?”
He asks…
“Three so far,
But the sight of your ecstasy
Will induce many, many more…”
“I want to taste you.
I want to taste myself,
On your lips.”
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