May I say your name, just once more? May I tremble and cower in your presence, dripping with fear so sweat. May my worries be free at your fingertips. May I gasp at that last glance you give me? May I savour it please? May my blood boil hot at the smirk of your lips. May I crawl to your feet with the flick of a finger? May I please please you. Im worth it. May I show you?
## Next chapter will show the ins and outs of the ongoings in between these poems, and my final realization, plan. ##
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October's Wet Dream
PoetryLast October, a force entered my life, and never left. Hoping to work through this sexually fatal attraction, I wrote these, providing much self discovery, in which I thank her. My weak spot. My Kryptonite. Here's to my discovery. Here's to my ther...
