Lust And Me
This low fire
Constantly burning
It's lust always lust
It grows hotter
Stronger in her presence
And hers too
I'm weak
To a well thought out retort
To a naughty one liner
I'm weak
Captivated by curves
Subdued by sweet smells and sultry voices
I play the prince
I jest my power
but test my resolve
and you'll quickly see
I am the obdient servent
The willing pet
I am my past
In a way I never envisioned
A slave to my weakness
Gladly imprisoned
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