Oh, for a man.

Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of great proportions,
Who can make my knees buckle,
With his charm.

Oh, somewhere he waits,
Needing satisfaction,
That only having me,
Could ever bring.

He'll sweep me up in arms,
A paradise of heat,
Aching, pulsing pounding,
Delicious indulgence,
Of the most wicked kind.
Take me, good sir,
For I need to be,
Yours. Completely.
Totally.

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poem by Chelsea Hansford
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