Wishful Thinking
If you would let me love you
I know I would appease
Every inch of woman could
Collapse me to my knees
No promise to be gentle
This intoxicating view, of
A goddess bared before me
Drives my reasoning askew
Give it just a little longer, and
You may not have a say
Of a fate within my arms to
Wrench a hungry mind astray
Feed me all of your desire
I know you could use me too
And should anything be held
To me I'd rather it be you
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