Sunday’s Sinful Suggestion

Please let me offer a suggestion.
A thought of what you might need.
I think it’d help release stress.
Help you feel good, perhaps fill you with glee.
Let me impart a little suggestion.
An idea for some time to yourself.
Be it in the shower, in bed, or behind a closet door.
Just go, I promise, it’s good for your health.
Let me assist you with a suggestion.
Just go wherever to find the real you.
Go and get off in the best way you can.
You’ll feel much better, I know it to be true.
Let me offer this glorious suggestion.
In good faith that it will always be.
That the best things we can do for ourselves.
Come with our own touch and sinful sexuality.

Let It Go!

I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,

A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.

You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,

Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.

But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,

I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.

I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.

I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.