Love (The First Letter)
Soft were the lips that I had longed to kiss
Again and again, until I was full,
Reaching my peak, then attempting to pull
Another inch or two closer to bliss.
How could I pass up a moment like this?
How could I not grab the horns of the bull,
As I stroked your hair, as if it were wool;
Lost in a moment that I could not miss.
Envelope me with the tricks of your tongue,
Seduce me with your desired treasure,
Leaving me hanging where you want me hung,
Only focussed solely on your pleasure.
View these words, and your praises will be sung
Every time that your love is measured.
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