I want to plow right through you,
Slowly, Gently.
So I can feel you feeling
the quaking of your trembling lips,
the unsteady shake of your nervous hands.
I will take on your eyes
To gaze at your reflection
And then do it justice with fiery words
That would make grown men blush.
A picture will be taken
of my foot next to yours.
As a testament to my conquest.
I will work to a pace set by your heartbeat
Until my mission is complete. |