My mind’s a playground of forbidden thoughts,
A constant stream of lustful images, sought.
Whenever you appear, my imagination runs wild,
Dreaming of scenarios both bold and mild.
Imagining you, abducted in the night,
Dragged into a van, a shadowy flight.
Driven to a cabin, deep in the forest’s embrace,
By a masked man in black, with a devilish face.
Or in the club, where the lights are dim and low,
You leave with a stranger, the dance floor’s show.
Outside, the naughty deed is done with haste,
Leaving you to adjust your clothing, in a daze.
Held captive in a tower, a sad princess you’d be,
Waiting for your knight on a white charger to set you free.
But I’m the one who rides in, under the moon’s soft glow,
To rescue you, my fair maiden, from your solitary woe.
Bondage and beatings, a kinky fantasy,
You, my sexy slave, waiting for my mastery.
In red lingerie, you’re my vision, sharp and clear,
A fantasy so vivid, it’s almost like it’s here.
It’s a struggle to focus, with these naughty thoughts in my head,
They start the moment I see you, on the morning train, instead.
A never-ending story, this narrative of lust,
Playing on a loop, until I’m in your arms, and we’re united in trust.
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Tattered parchment interlaces, whispered folklore breathes,
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Shards pirouette in twilight’s spectral glow,
Ethereal echoes of sagacity, scarcely on show,
Puzzling literature, an enigma the muses bestow.
Unraveled verses, a symphony of elegance embraced,
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Within the scattered lexicon, immortality embraced.
Neglected storylines, once cherished in hearts,
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Each word is a card,
In a deck that we hold,
Used to express ourselves,
And the stories untold.
We shuffle them daily,
To create new meaning,
Crafting a narrative,
That’s both clear and revealing.