My Lover

• The centre of his pleasure
  
• that's where I long to be,
  
• For whatever pleases my lover
  
• will surely pleasure me.
  
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• Gazing into my lovers eyes,
  
• they burn with passions fire,
  
• I long to be the star of his dreams,
  
• the object of his desire.
  
• 
  
• As I kiss and lick my lovers flesh
  
• and partake of sensual delight,
  
• To feel his wrath upon my lips,
  
• How could this not be right?
  
• 
  
• To be the centre of his pleasure
  
• that's all I want to be,
  
• for if it pleases my lover,
  
• then it surely pleases me.