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My Guilty Pleasure

How does a picture produce words…

Using the keyboard as my piano
Trying to come up with an explanation
The whole world can know
What I mean is understand
How this divaesque person
Has me fulfilling her every request

She's got me dancing
Though I'm standing still
Yearning though I've had my fill
Speaking in tongues
Though I'm a mute
These feelings I've overcome

Yet why is there still a dispute
Is it cause of that look
The one filled with attitude
Is it her dialect
And how it flows from her lips
So beautiful though they are nude

My how those locks accentuate her features
The electricity
Sent through the tips of my fingers
As they trace True Beauty's figure
Again and again
She is my guilty sin, my guilty pleasure

How great it feels
Something so Heavenly
Seems so forbidden
Loving how we engage
She's got me wrapped around that thing
Inside of her rib cage

Beyond those jewelz lies
The reason my world is a mess
It doesn't change
I won't ask
We belong and it feels so right
This decision I won't ever fight

¥☼MOI☼¥  7 Dec 09

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