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Child's Play

Child's Play

They all like to call it adultery
But what they do not see,
Is that this is not an adult thing
It is the child in me.

She's screaming out and desperate,
She just wants to be touched,
By a man's hands strong and confident
That are fuelled by courage- Dutch.

You don't need to know my age dear stranger
Nor have me tell my name,
I promise you after this one night
You will never see me again.

Make me feel like a girl once more
Whilst I sip on this ruby red wine,
Tonight I am a virgin, you see?
Touch me for the very first time.

"We ain't doing no harm" I reassure
"A girl just wants to play"
One night of youthful passion with you
Will leave these wild thoughts at bay.

And my husband is a good man
He's no brute, nor is he cruel or a liar,
He fulfils all my needs but one;
This dark secret- this night of desire.

I saw the way you looked at me
As soon as I walked in,
Your flushed cheeks and sweat-laiden brow
Volunteered you as my fantasy's victim.

Kiss me hard and slow sweet lover
Touch me here and there,
But don't you ever utter a word of this
Oh no! Don't you dare.

Let the coolness of your body
Relieve these flames of passion within mine,
We'll meet in room 203 at 8pm,
And return back to separate homes at 9.

 

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