bodice rippers

you haven't turned your back to me

and i have not kissed your ass



you have accepted

my caress

and my kisses

but have yet to squirm

against them



very lady-like in slutty desire



o yes, the thrist for pleasure

has definately danced

at the edge of a trickling fancy



but we haven't rolled your hips

though the ocean swells of desire

with blustering urgency



there has yet to be

what is possible and

perhaps never spoken



but always imperative

in the novel thoughts of

sweaty nights of fiction

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This one is far better than any romance fiction could ever be!


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