January 16, 2007
Your personal Aphrodisiac
What draws you to me
Is it the desire of what cannot become a flaw
Would seducing you be the key
Could you handle what you just saw
Arousing is this illusion
Is being attracted sinful and wrong
This test is full of confusion
You taste what you want; yet you just move along
Taste is the deceit
Obscures from your contemplative thoughts of despair
I fear we can never meet
When you come looking, I will not be there
One chaste touch of an innocent lie
The feel of sweated skin against skin
The peak of the moment you thrust and fly
With all the loveless moments none will bear kin
Hide from the peasants of pain
This sexuality will be never ending
The deadly supplement that will have you calling my sweet name
Your personal aphrodisiac that will have you pretending
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Submission Name: Your personal Aphrodisiac
