Fatal Attraction

Voluptuous curves

how I long for thee.

Do I not deserve

pleasure two or three?

 

The serpent is driving me

to you, the forbidden fruit,

please don’t be conniving

ere we say bonne nuit.

 

I have set a table

lit a match, and waited.

Love for you is no fable

o how the mind is gated.

 

The glint of fire

on the knife,

you to admire

to kill the strife.

 

I wish to feel the goosebumps

on your tender skin

no time for hiccups

I want the win.

 

Be the feeling mutual

don’t hesitate to begin

send me the sensual…

 

“Do you like my name?”

she asks

much to my chagrin.

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