Encore

I could watch a million sunrises and still
Never see one nearly as quite as beautiful
As your eyes opening up in the morning, it’s blissful
So well and good, but I’m not in that mood
I don’t want to whisper these sweet things in your ear
I don’t want to brush my fingers through your hair
I want to devour you. It’s too beautiful a morning to make love to you
I want to unravel the last thread of decency you possess
I know it feels so wrong, and suddenly, so wonderfully right
To be stirred inside while being sipped by these thirsty lips
I know kisses would kill just to have those pretty lips
And to feed them only kisses frustrates my buldging zip
Even though you’re a timid girl, you love the smell of books
Right now you want me to ruin you, I know that look
I am your wish that came true, and now it’s time to cook

KJ šŸ“–āœšŸ¾šŸ‡°šŸ‡Ŗ

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