…you make me feel wicked.

I can´t concentrate
when I know you are praying.
Perhaps I just like
to think of you on your knees.
I want to savour the secret side of you.
I bet you taste wicked…
like chocolate oranges during Lent.
© SweetpeepsLJ 10/09
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