At arms length
It's not your legs that I want to spread but your arms that I want to open, for between them lay the truest treasure your beating heart. Encased behind a wall and impossible to grasp, convey to me at last and unmask what it feels like. To lay you down would be the definition of pleasure but what is a woman? Can I even measure?
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The thoughts of a man concerning a woman's heart he would like to own but questioning himself if can be the man she needs