When I opened my door for you

Lust held common sense hostage

However being who I am I couldn’t let myself fall victim to its plan

I see you grabbing me and pulling me closer as you kisss me from my forehead down

I want you to take control, leading where you want us to go

I’m not porcelain figurine

You can smack, squeeze, dominate over me

As I give permission

To this fantasy

But you barely speak

Awkward contact

When will you be bold enough

To lose it while taking it

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