Swedish Massage Aug 08 O you are bad Sir The way your eyes seek the line of my dress: Though your gaze it be pleasing- I should, perhaps, reveal less: For I am in love… And this knowledge is hard to confess. I know you to be The poet of sensual dreams; But do words mask mere lust? Desire haunts your every theme. Where you would lead me I have been there before- and this Is the glance of the soul… Completing itself in a kiss. So may it end now Before both our futures are lost: And too many lives Out there pay too high a cost. But O you are bad Sir! The way your hands feel my neck- and the stress. And your touch it is teasing… Tempting me into forgetfulness. Still I am in love- Go no further with your tender caress… Yes go no further along the line of my breast.
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