It's so futile to resist
He runs his finger down your cheek
You reach up to be kissed.
His sexual pull is magnetic and raw
Filled with an arrogant heat
Submissive and pliant, you fall in his arms
Accepting your wanton defeat.
Who is this man so charming and cold
To whom you instinctively run?
He is Georges; a beautiful perfect man
Catch his eye and you'll soon be undone.
He will bring you pleasure in so many ways
Undoubtedly he'll bring you pain
You'll hand him your heart without a thought
And he'll break it again and again. ♥
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