Packed
in Leather
Squeezed
in to delight all,
The
cup is full of fire,
And
deep down below sense,
My
cravings go setting ablaze,
The
sound your violin,
Has
brought into my eyes.
As
good as gold. Sold in dreams,
Amazing
fascinations of wanting you,
Packed
tightly into leather pants,
My
heart and eyes watch you dance,
A
statement noted, sold in advance,
Leaving
me panting, in a trance.
Hands
so light and soft,
Talons
of crimson, bring divine aloft,
In
a haze of neon beams,
Winding
the love into me it seems,
Fighting
to resist the calling,
Where
here in love I'm falling.
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