I’m falling in deep, not sinking.
The slide, the grind, all in mind, I was thinking.
The steam that releases from the pressure I face,
Creates the atmosphere for my walls to be graced.
You embrace the pace as you sink in.
The moment you pry, she begins blinking.
A familiar taste as I caress your face,
My lips against yours, and there’s no place,
You’d rather be than beneath my waist.
There is no haste, you’re my greatest sin, king.
Our yearning depleted with time,
All our desires now fulfilled, so sublime.
Discontent has poured my wrath your way.
But you are mine, and here to stay.
I’ve fallen in deep, but I’m not sinking.
You’re at the top of my mind, my kingpin.
Make with me what has forever been due.
It feels surreal, almost as if I’ve already met you.
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