My Lover


The centre of his pleasure 
that's where I long to be,
For whatever pleases my lover
will surely pleasure me.

I gaze into my lovers eyes,
they burn with passions fire,
I long to be the star of his dreams,
the object of his desire.

I kiss and lick my lovers flesh
and partake of sensual delight,
To feel his wrath upon my lips,
How could this not be right?

To be the centre of his pleasure
that's all I need to be,
for if it pleases my lover,
then it surely pleases me

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