WHAT WILL IT BE


He said all the things you wanted to hear,

He touched you, and left your insides skewed

Lip teasing and clothing tugging,

What will it be?

 

He had you falling slowly,

Mistaking loving the feeling for loving him,

The rush, intense, as you straddled him

But what will it be?

 

He had his hands imprinted on your rear

Your mind clouded with each second passing

Soon you will have to decide,

But what will it be?

 

He was having his way with you

Your red lipstick smudged all over his shirt

Your flimsy drawbacks were an enticement,

Lady, what will it be?

 

The bed creaked as you swapped positions

Your uncertainty was heightening,

And he kept reassuring you,

But what will it be?

 

He embraced all your curves

Did it make you feel wanted, or loved?

He reached for your bandeau,

Sighting your bare bosom, but what will it be?

 

You flushed and finally came to your senses,

Your ‘no’, for the first time strongly affirmed

Fleetingly, you had lost your self-control,

Almost breaking your vow to wait.

 

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