Forget the Meaning of Fear
Does your tongue drip sweet nothings,
Do they drip from thy forked tongue like honey?
Do your dreams haunt you even when you awake,
Are the ones of me hardest for you to shake?
Do your blue eyes sparkle even amidst pitch black,
How hot is your passion when I begin to arch my back?
Do your kisses blaze a sizzling trail down the length of me,
Will you ever let me be?
Does your passion burn hotter when I defy you,
If yes, good, it was intended to.
Do you miss the scent of my perfume,
When dark forces doth loom?
Do you miss the sweetness of my kiss,
Come on, baby, tell me what you miss!
Do you miss the warmth of my deliciously sweet softness,
When people ask is that the reason for your aloftness?
Do you become enflamed at just the thought of my downy skin,
Is that when you want to learn the true meaning of sin?
When I melt into your arms,
Is that when you find your well hidden charm?
Of course I know the answers but I want to hear them from your lips,
As we sway together hip to hip.
I want you to hold me until the moon and stars disappear,
And until I forget the meaning of fear.
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