Happy New Year

Happy NewYear

 

God, Woman, but you turn me on
With your eager fingers
And your throaty talk
From the filth you utter
To the way you walk
You make me shiver
And you make me squirm
You fill me with sunlight
And you make me burn
And much, much later
When our chores are done
I’ll tie you down
And I’ll make you come.

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