Fetish

You’re my fetish
Can’t get enough of what you have to give
Never have I desired a woman like this
The insanity I sometimes feel
Just from the whisper of your lips saying something dirty
A compulsion is born to throw you to ground
Do with you what I want over and over
Something tells me you will oblige my fetish
Feed me the dish I crave without hesitation
Don’t be shy my love
I’ve tasted it before
Just open the pleasure and let me in
It will be sometime before I’m finished
When I get like this and I’m famished
Only my fetish will stave off this hunger
Only you my lover can feed me what I desire.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
7-02-06…2:06am
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