Your words drop down like pure decadence, landing on my lobes like rain on petals.
Driving me towards distraction as they mingle in my mind.
Lulling me toward the edge of reason.
Pushing me into the depths of desire.
Your words drop down like all the weight of the world on that frustrated woman’s shoulders.
Wooing me into seduction that takes flight into fantasy.
Teasing me without fail until I fall into the snare.
Asking for everything while giving nothing in return.
Your words … are lies.
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