Oh you regal thing, in your diamonds and pearls
Sprawled out on the love seat,
which you've taken quite literally in meaning.
We know what you do,
the walls, these sturdy walls,
are oh so thin.
We hear the things you do,
with your animal like sounds,
and your shouts of more.
More, more, always needing more,
isn't that how your life has shaped up to be?
You pretty thing, a delicate flower,
but behind closed doors,
locked and sealed tight,
you become every mans dream.
Every vision of you is seen in a new light,
dim and cold as your heart,
exciting and inviting as the warmth between your thighs.
You surely know how to call a body away from its mind.
Erasing all fear and doubt with the stance you hold,
a firm hand on the crotch of a man,
like a Governments hold on a society.
You thing of beauty,
sweet, innocent, supple beauty.
Many hands have traveled the silky smooth skin that covers your body.
A gypsies hold some would joke,
but we know the truth.
We know.
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Submission Name: We Know
