Sinful Curves
Sinful Curves
Sway and twirl thy shape and show me thy curves.
Tilt thy neck, and unfold thy whimsical golden locks.
The sensations thou leave, erect mine wicked dull nerves.
Spin and twirl in a seductive manner; a sight unorthodox.
Reveal to me thine firm and luscious breasts.
Uncover thy splendidly carved legs.
Show thine slim and wholesome waist which tests
Mine craving ego; it humbly begs.
For thee, I befall unto mine pleading knees.
My hugging groin chases thy round and voluptuous behind.
A golden fox you are; a sinful disease.
The sight of you undoes sane men’s wicked pasts; baffles their mimicking mind.
Thou hast left me breathless on the shores of dismay.
For thy sight, I am forever fulfilled, forever gay.
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