Pleasure

Her lips are moving but not a word I’m hearing
Her body is calling for some immediate loving
It’s a call filled with urgency
An immediate response is necessary
Who am I not to heed her plea
How could I resist not to pleasure her immensely
And it’s not that I subscribe to vanity
Or that I take her banshee calls of wild abandon
As affirmation of anything other
Than the girl is enjoying every stroke of my loving
Pleasure is the sweetest thing to give your lover
Without expecting anything in return
You worship the ground they walk on
To make them happy in a perfect world
Would be your sole occupation

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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9:35 pm
10-13-06