MATURE MATERIAL
His eyes seductive
Full of danger
Mysterious
Raging with curiosity
To know him
Such a bad boy
His lips tender
Bitterly sweet
An easy surrender
To his charm
Such a bad boy
He is like poison
I desire flowing through my veins
Buttery taste of seduction
Melting
Unfolding
As he presses up against me
His strength
Weakens me
Undressing me with his eyes
Parting my legs
To kiss my inner thighs
No words spoken
Gazing at his face
Looking at me
As if to say
Soon
Waiting for me to beg
Over and over
To be taken
By such a bad boy
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The Reluctant Poet 