
Your eyes they haunt me when I sleep,
And consume my every thought.
They search into my soul so deep,
Often with desire wrought.
Speak and your lips my mind pursues,
Not consuming words you say.
Those lips I long to press mine to,
Distract me much through my day.
Seeing your hands their touch I crave,
With every part of my soul.
Caress me I will be your slave
And force you to lose control.
Ignore not this our desire,
Turn these ashes into fire.


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