CAMELOT FANTASIES

LUVERS GRAY

50 shades ov gray, comes to play.
Back, to cause more pain.
The dancing, ov the game.
The pleasure, will not stray.
Holding me, oh so tight.
Internally feeling, the warmth ov your bite.
Laying my head, softly upon your chest.
Enrobed in your warmth, to my rest.
Caressing you to sleep, as if to cast a spell.
Let me take you deep, within my heart.
Our hearts, are racing as one.
Soon, to become undone.
Take me in, to a deeper sin.
One that, won't Wash away.
It's In, the middle ov gray.
Fascination, is in the luvers spy.
When meeting, hearts that sigh.
Pacifying, our luv from within.
It's  fantasy, visually is our sin.