Innate Knowledge

When I touch you, it will be as if I’ve always known
The things that please you but you would never say
A soft kiss to your neck followed by a deep bite
Sweet pain of pleasure shakes you to your very core
An innate knowledge of your wants and desires
Not a word you’ve ever said about things of that nature
You’re a lady, a woman, and quiet in her needs
Your body speaks to me through my fingertips
Whispering all where it aches
Relax, allow me to release your pleasure
All over my face.


Dean Jean-Pierre
12:51 am
5/1/06
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