You render me unthinking
You muddle my mind better than the best wine
Do you know it?
Do you know what it is to wake from a dream and meet a fantasy?
To have firm hands and soft moist lips
Usher you into wakefulness
Leaving you helpless in the throes of sensation?
Do you wish to never end
Sweet simple conversations?
Banter and appreciation
Do you miss that freedom,
We had in those sunsets? Do you miss them?
Do you ever ponder and warm hugs of welcome
And easy resting against a strong and study frame?
No promising of anything coming
Just the comfort of close contact
Permeated by enchanting scents and chesty rumbles.
Did you know what you did when you stole my dominance and used it a weapon against me?
Did you intestinally weave your spell around me?
Did you know what you did when you rendered me weak against you?
When you made me weak?
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