The aching is breaking me
Anticipation is waking me
My sly hands are itching for
Something they can not reach

For what you ask
I say nothing
I shall not speak
Nor taste such delectable treats

One glance into my eyes
Will show all that is hidden
Beneath the surface of
What is forbidden

Ginger scented air
Soft flowing hair
A Gentle touch
It said so much

Wearing a crown of discretion
Lifting my brow to your transgression
From dusk till dawn
Yours all night long

A parallel universe we live
When day is taunt
And night has brought
A painful pleasure I shall want

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