I want to hear his sweet whispers
I crave the sound of his voice
The touch of his hands
And the warmth of his grasp
I want to hold him forever
Keeping him locked away for myself
Allowing him to love only me
Dwelling in the secrecy of him
I want to kiss his sweet lips
Taste the nectar of his heart
Squeeze him tight, until he smiles
The object of my lust
I want to build the future with him
His arms around me
His lips on mine
Only crying at his perfection!
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