Temptress, Why Do You Care For Me So?

by Ian Costello   Feb 16, 2006


You are a temptress,
You tease me and don't know it,
Your existence excites me,
But you must care for me, kiss me, hold me,
My minds soars and reels in Fantasia,
You give me what you can,
But I want more,
I want all of you, but I know I can't have it,
I am burning with desire,
O, flame why do you boil me?
Do you know what you do to me?
I hate torture but I am drawn to you,
You are erotic in every movement,
The lightest caress, a simple lip-lock,
The impassioned dressing of my neck and ears with kisses,
These things keep me coming back,
But for what do I return?
Knowing I will never achieve what I yearn for.

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