With , She
With a flutter of the eye lashes
With a look, so soft, demure
With soft whispers in the ear
She keeps me wanting more
With her words clearly spoken
With her hands, soft caress
With her lips, pouting moistly
She welcomes with finesse
With desires ever flowing
With her heart ever so pure
With a hint of sensuality
She makes me want her more
With her fire deep within her
With the need to douse the flame
With the want to be fulfilled
She calls to me by name
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