He gawks at my cleavage
and says: “I will show you love and passion
that you’ve never known before
I will give you the pleasure
you’ll want more and more.”
He wants to touch me
Like he does in his fantasy
so dirty,
I feel his hands on me,
that malicious smile on his face
As he ogles me up and down
I well know his eyes, which
Slides over my body,
Like waves upon the shore…
Lust is not love and sex is not romance
All he wants is my body . . .
What would I get in return?
What makes him stand out?
Why him? Why him?
When there are so many men around?
He wants to know me more
Wants to show he cares
Wants to get close
Wants to know me more
Wants to make me feel special
But then, I know him already
I know him well already
Even though we had just only met
I have known him well before;
Not once, but many times
He doesn’t make any difference this time!
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