you were flesh in his hands
nothing more
you were hidden sin
behind closed doors
you were a body moving
in the direction of desire
a few suspended moments of
a lifetime
not meant to be forever
you were working hard to be
a woman in love
but moments like this in a mans life
isn't likely love he's thinking of
you were just his wild seed
he must sow to be great
a beautiful, sensual misdeed
yes, his hands were gentle
a prayer on your skin that received
and blessed his every word
you were his goddess, his moonlight
you were stardust on his tongue
for one night
his one and only one
you were being recorded on the blackboard
hall of fame in his mind
queen for a night
held in hands that worshipped you like holy art
one night of
valentine's and ruby wines
quick silver and a glimmer of lust
in his eyes
just a passionate on by
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