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The sway...


and though psychedelic may not be your style

i shall tempt and tease you for a while

for, music, no matter the genre

in its notes and cords possibly a double entendre.

if you know to listen with an open ear

of intrusion and hardness of notes, there be no fear,

and to help you drop...and drop...into the sound

with my nakedly clad form, i shall hold you bound.

every move suggestive, calculating and seductive

closer and closer toward you...a need compulsive

your hands to your shaft will know to travel...

for hard and urgent the urge in the trans to dabble.

i shall swerve and lean, toward u bend

in the suggestive sway of my curves on an animated journey send

and...when, before you so close i stand

out i shall reach, take your hand.

between the warmth of my thighs i shall it guide

there will be no holding back, no desire in the growl to hide,

how i shall take you on a special carpet ride

together we shall climb and fall and climb again...the tide.

let me bite you...!...

eat you...!...

have you whole!!!

allow me to dip between your thighs for the throb, i know has taken its toll

no further purpose but, to surrender, be the goal

submissive be the allure, for the first time knowing to let go...complete

...your new role.




drop,,,with no fear

close your eyes and feel me near

allow me your thoughts on an adventure new, to steer

let me GRIND...!...let me HOLD...!...

those thoughts of yours that are so bold

do!...stand up and join my grind...!...

for, certainly we will know to find

a beat a sway, united as one

that will only know to be done

when, sweat wet, will know to make a brow make shine

and in letting go, you have become mine

then once more to slow down and breath

for the trance will not know to make us rest or, to leave!


...again toward each other sway...

part becomes the play.


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