That raw look,

In your eyes.

Keeps me wondering,

There is nothing right.

It’s all wrong,

The time I spent,

Without you!

Undressing you.

Wearing nothing,

A big turn on,

The curve of your ass.

Switching off my neuron.

Blind trust,

I have it in you,

When light goes off.

I will be with you.

Inside you.

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