She plays the game. She buys the ruse.
He's just a man; jardly worth her time.
But he's got the words, the art, the articulation
That will send her sweet tintillation.
She speaks back with coyish flutters and false gaspings.
All along she slides closer and closer
With voices that say no
And lips that say go...
"Nervous and shy for the moment we will come alive"
She knows these are the rules
That draw him into her
That bind her (under fur)
So it's the call and the illusion that she does love;
And give her precious breaths,
With passion pulling him with her hips
Deep kisses, warm skin, light-fingertips
And ecstasy she can find in the arms of a man
The look to the strong, heavy chest
Enveloping her from above
Descending upon her body like a dove
To rise to the greatest of pleasures, screaming in the dark
Soft moans and grips from within
Bring her a joy uncaptured on her own
Yet is she still alone?
*Lyrics songs from:
"Six Feet Under the Stars" All Time Low
"Secret Valentine" We The Kings
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