Would you like to be immortalized in poetry,
Dip the nip into my veins and write you out of me?
Would you rather my doctorate thesis to be about you,
How your lips feel on my neck, how I don't know what to do?
Would you prefer I moan your name into the night sky,
Wrapped around your little finger as I'm soaring high?
Would you enjoy the taste of sin on that devilish mouth,
Waltz with me, my pet, let me ignite your truth?
Would you let me feed you heaven until your voice is raw,
Have you moan my name, and feel my skin, or none of it at all?
Would you believe it if I whispered that I was meant for you,
And would you let me immortalize you in everything I do?
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