Tell me
That your eyes do not search for me
In a crowd
And I shall say to you
That my heart does not miss a beat
When I see you
And that nature’s fertile flow
Does not bathe
The most delicate
And intimate essence of my femininity
Tell me
That I have not felt
The pressure of your body against mine
And that I was not shocked
Or excited
By the power of your masculinity
Tell me that you cannot cure the ache
Which lingers between my thighs
And my body will deny that I desire you

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