An innocent desire,
Motivating the marathon of my mind. Fingertips ski down my face
Then you ask,
"What's your fantasy?"
I whisper my reply,
"You're the theme of my fantasy."
Combine to a compassionate duo. Lips behaving badly.
Then I asked,
"Who is the object of your affection?" You softly replied,
"You're the object of my affection."
This kind of romance,
Is vicious, yet delicious.
A sweet forbidden act
In the bed.
I am the object of your affection. And you are the theme of my fantasy.
I am prepared,
To wear white and gold. Sacrifice my fear.
To be bold, and to be yours.
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