Your seduction is a game
You know all the cards to play
With precise calculation
Just enough to keep me coming back
Every gesture,
Every caress,
Every touch,
Every glance,
Every last bit of my body is conquered
I am weakened to the core
And heightened with each rise.
Then with a whisper against my ear,
‘I can’t wait to see the expressions on your face
When I return to you
And give you that sweet pleasure again.’
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
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