P.K.B.


Your eyes they haunt me when I sleep
And consume my every thought.
They search into my soul so deep
Often with desire wrought.

Speak and my mind your lips pursue
Not consuming words you say.
Those lips I long to press mine too
Distract me much through my day.

Seeing your hands their touch I crave
With every part of my soul.
Caress me I will be your slave
And force you to lose control.

Ignore not this, our desire
Turn these ashes into fire.

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