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Self-control
Her amber-colored eyes pierce through me.
Penetrating my ribcage, playing with my heart's strings.
With the grace of an angel skilled in the harp.
Each and every touch triggers sensual pain.
Taint feelings of guilt ruin the mood.
Forcing me up and away from the beige covers.
Contemplating what I should do
alone with you in this gray room...
How could it be wrong when it is with you?
The weight of your thighs.
Your legs, as elegant as a dagger.
Hands as soft as a feather.
And a face I could gaze at forever.
From your dark eyelashes.
To the slant and creases of your almond-shaped eyes.
I approach you wanting nothing more than to feel you.
To have your brown mane envelope the bed.
You're immobile and observant yet stubborn and impatient.
Your eyes follow me as I pace back and forth.
A small parting of your soft lips.
You call my name.
I lose all my self-control.
© DolorTheDaimone
Penetrating my ribcage, playing with my heart's strings.
With the grace of an angel skilled in the harp.
Each and every touch triggers sensual pain.
Taint feelings of guilt ruin the mood.
Forcing me up and away from the beige covers.
Contemplating what I should do
alone with you in this gray room...
How could it be wrong when it is with you?
The weight of your thighs.
Your legs, as elegant as a dagger.
Hands as soft as a feather.
And a face I could gaze at forever.
From your dark eyelashes.
To the slant and creases of your almond-shaped eyes.
I approach you wanting nothing more than to feel you.
To have your brown mane envelope the bed.
You're immobile and observant yet stubborn and impatient.
Your eyes follow me as I pace back and forth.
A small parting of your soft lips.
You call my name.
I lose all my self-control.
© DolorTheDaimone
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