Reaching out, lusting.
By Grannyrosie
REACHING OUT, LUSTING Sitting there, enticing me, The taste of you, so sweet. You have all that I desire, My every expectations meet. Not to fresh, not too old, Just right, I must confess. You fill my heart with longing, Emphasise my wickedness. I know, you are not good for me. My heart pounds with each new taste. I must beware the dangers there, Yet, I run in, with a carefree haste. Having walked upon this road before, Achieving nothing less than pain, Convince me please, before I succumb, This time will be worth the gain. I would pray on it, but lacking time, Submission invades with a gentle sigh. Would I could resist you, wicked one. Reaching out, lusting for, this Pecan Pie. Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 02:52 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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