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Never So Wrong

The lady speaks

You started it all
With a touch to my cheek
And the smile that just lit up your eyes.

Twas a frisson
Of mystery and depth,
Of ecstatic delight through the night.

All the untoward spasms and shivers
That enraptured my heart
With your touch.

You imbued me,
And my ladylike manner
Was lost.

Now it happens so often, my darling,
I rejoice with each hint of a touch.
It's so magically surreptitious
When we spend these dear moments as one.

Give your gift,
Satisfy one more time,
And perhaps, if you'll do that again,
All my wantonness must overcome me
And I'll feel that sweet bliss I adore.

Sending thrills, fingertips will be searching
While my song will beseech my true love.

Fill this need, fill my need,
I am pleading.

Fill this need
You create,
Like the start of a gathering storm,
With your touch.

Just once more,
I will beg if I must.

My dear sir,
Just once more,
Most adored,
I implore.

Just once more send me soaring on high 
And my trembles will come as they must.

When you reach,
Pull me close
With those magical hands,
For you always will give all I ask.

It was free from your gentleman's soul
From the moment this passion began.


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