The Whisper
I wonder if my name ever crosses your mind
If it sits upon your pout red lips
And makes you bite down hard
That simple joy of desire
Does it wash across your sweet tongue
And massage the nerves in your core
Drawing heavy breath with it's intent
The helpless need to feed your craving
Tell me if your skin crawls with excitement
Imagining my warm breath across your neck
An uninhibited touch without contact
The wrap of pure, lustful ambition
No? Yeah me neither. Ok bye
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