lust

The Gift

I’m feeling an ache

A longing between my thighs…

It gives rise to the surprise

I’ve been saving.

Sin craving,

Lust escalating.

Fingers strumming,

Moans humming.

Body writhing,

Can’t contain…

Won’t subside.

Oh Lover, please

Please…

Come inside

Your gift is waiting

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