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Feminine Obsession
A Poem
She coyly places some locks behind the ear. My heart skips a beat hoping to be near.
I catch a glance as she looks in my direction. My manhood flicks and flutters, causing an embarrassing erection.
She allows an invasion of her personal space and time—a once-in-a-million chance to make the fantasy mine.
Her willing submissive slave, addicted to my obsession. Ready to be anything she wants, honored to be her prized possession.
The taste of luscious lips, the smell of sweaty skin. A thousand ways to describe the indescribable, unable to decipher when and where to begin.
She is the Ying to my Yang, a completion of Genesis to Revelations. The marvelous moments in her presence, just cause for an epic celebration.
A one-sided love affair is never a healthy relationship. How easily she discards my love and to not expect rigorous retaliation.
I would die a thousand deaths for one last heartfelt handshake. No retribution required, I could never knowingly forsake.
I died hopelessly heartbroken, such a sad and solemn case. Thine heavenly dreams an endless loop wrapped inside my feminine’s eternal embrace.
