Your wish is my command, or the other way around

What’s left? Owner of all shops in town.

Can’t give anything to someone who has all there is to have.

Far out of reach

far enough for you to crave the taste of these untouchable lips

to imagine the satisfaction of holding these never-still swaying hips

long enough for your impatience to grow

till affliction becomes addiction

discomfort from not being able to fulfill a dire need

something only one person can give you, and only if you kindly say please.

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