Treasure Island

george albot


My little duck,


Sometimes, I still find it difficult to know where your thoughts are
You still look at me in a way, as if it's the first time you've seen me
Hope that's a good thing? Because when I look at you, it still
Gives me so much pleasure that you could want me in the way that you do.
And when I say to you, you are so
Adorable, gorgeous and sexy, I do mean it
With every breath that I take.

I still can feel desperate sometime if I haven't had your lips and your arms or
Your voluptuous body around mine and even when I have had it, I'm never satisfied
I always want more, good job there's plenty; I mean the right amount to go around

Definition for voluptuous =pleasure hopefully that will save me from getting
A slap, but if you do find the need to slap or spank, bring it on.
Think I am losing the plot again because what I wanted to say is

! 'You are and always will be beautiful and when I say that
I'm not looking though rose ‘Or her glasses'
You are wonderful to know, and to be with.
Thank you, your lover
XXX

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

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