My heart is beating,
My eyes are wondering,
My lips are lusting for yours,
It's all part of the game,
Waiting for you to make the first move,
Even though it's killing me not to,
It's all part of the game,
You finally give in,
Your body touches mine,
Your hand caresses me,
I give in and passion explodes,
It's all part of the game,
Then I give you just enough,
And leaving you wanting me more,
But it's all part of the game
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is true in so many ways of life and when one desires another ,they may often be left feeling a bit lost when their soul burns with lust wondering,is it all just a game.Good write, Thanks.
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Well aint that the truth! Its all part of the game but me being slightly depressed because of ex's wonders where does it go from being a game to being love or something else? I love your poem simply because its how all love starts.
NoL
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