scoundrel -
I'm a scoundrel, thru-and-thru
please don't fall, whate'er you do
no libel mine, should pain ensue
withdraw your heart
should passion start
what I want's not within
but rather skin-to-skin
I'm a scoundrel, fond of flesh
female forms in moonlight, fresh
porcelain curves, a sensual thresh
I'll not speak of
this phantom, "Love"
but bid my time to waste
on savoring your taste
I'm a scoundrel, that is true
there is no heed in what I do
exploring every inch of you
with moistened lips
and fingertips
adoring for my crime
your surfaces, sublime
I'm a scoundrel, in-and-out
weakened by a playful pout
I worship on my knees, devout
that place, divine
the lotus, thine
seductive, yet demure
your smouldering allure.
I'm a scoundrel, captives none
a fool for live, libidinous fun
and I will never be outdone
my mission, lone
to make you moan
perfecting what I do
is ALL in pleasing you.
I'm a scoundrel, always be
bent on dame debauchery
still, I often wish you'd see
my self as more
worth caring for
I must admit to you
that now I'm falling ...
too.
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