Dinner Invite
Just a brush of your hand
sends my pulse racing
a blush on my cheek
imagining where it could be tracing
Torture being so close
and not being able to kiss you
feelings of remorse
inviting a visitor or two
Wanting you so much
unable to hold you in my arms
avoiding the slightest touch
because I can't resist your charms
Bound to you, body, heart and soul
never knew such passion
my desire I'm trying to control
as the potatoes I'm mashing
Dinner is finally served
I'm going to be dessert
acting all shy and reserved
hard, when you want to flirt
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