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Such a tease

Hey! You!

Yeah, you with that

"I've got nearly enough on my plate but I'd like a serving of you

dressed in nothing more than massage oil" look in your eyes.

 

You know,

I'd just love to kiss you.

I've got this kissing urge

That goes way beyond lips and skin and saliva and tongue.

You know, that sort of kissing urge

That just leads on and on to all senses tingling and screaming

And begging for more.

Yeah, I'd love to kiss you

Full, firmly on the smacker

So that our breath mingles

And the sweet secretions of our mouths open to each other,

Blend and brew.

I'd really like to kiss you - can you tell?

 

And then,

My hands, as the servants of an exploratory mind

Would search your face, your head.

Please excuse my hands

They just want to touch and feel

 

Your neck,

That smooth highway from your mind

To your physique

I would suckle and lick to find

Your pulse.

Your lifeblood.

 

I'd like to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth

And tease your aural sensibilities

With the ramblings of my tongue.

I'd like to look deep down into your eyes

And open up your soul to searing scrutiny.

I'd wrap my aura around yours

To form psychadelia.

 

I'd like to wrap my arms around your shoulders

And hold your body from clavicle to hip tightly

Against the corresponding parts of me.

I'd like to feel the pressure of your stomach, breasts and thighs

As they fill and flow beneath their smooth casing.

I'd like to watch them,

Make them pumped

And play with them.

 

I'd like to massage your back

And send morse messages of lust and desire

Through your spinal chord.

I'd follow each rib, each disc

Serving as a sub-station for my dictation.

I'd tattoo these thoughts and dreams through to yours.

I'd like to massage your fantasies into pliancy

And sculpt them into form.

 

I'd like to wrap your legs around my waist

And plunge into you

I'd like to make you climax so that

Your brain loses all sense of reality, time, rationalism and focus

And swells instead with a mantra that means more.

I'd like to take you on that rollercoaster

Where every loop is the crest of a breaking wave

That spirals down and around and back

Until ups and downs seem no more like directions

But a never-ending montage.

I'd like to meld our bodies into one

Joyous ball of energy

Bouncing on the pleasurable see-saw

Of ecstasy and bliss.

 

But I won't.

For, I'm not that sort of a guy any more.

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