Undress me, she commanded
How can I, he questioned
There isn't a single thread on your flesh
Undress me with your nude eyes, she teased
With your bare touch
Till I feel you
Melting my senses
And when I soften like the candle wax
I will smear the smoldering residues
On your phallus
And blissfully watch you
Crying in pain
A haunting reminder
'Never leave the lioness inadequate'.
©LR
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