Slave to Lips

Let me revisit, this woman suductive like mistress

taking from my soul, my conscience my ambitions,

and put in my eyes the wonders of all that is tempting,

from her legs to breast, the soft curves of her chest,

her backside, that i squeeze tighter but even more gentle than her breast

she can take me to places this woman never could reach

the walls that i breech,

could make man's scream screech,

when his outlet lets children free,

this use of the words with double e's

stand for every enjoyment of she,

no boundaries are between two people who fiend

no room too small not to scream,

until pleasure chases your short acceptance in dreams,

complete control she holds so boldly plucking my fruitful love

tasking it as her own, she

pleases and weakens me because being faithful i am not with this queen,

this queen of the damned i eat, and drink,

and give's the kisses that belong to the one i leave,

the silhouette of lust filled lips,

are the most dangerous whips that hit backs with each thought,

enslaving you with each craving,

the way she dips you in her depth and you find your self bathing

keeping her scent closer, and one sniff

takes your vision to strokes and dips,

moans and screams from the top of your cliffs,

to the satisfied whispers with a small lisp,

and your bodies under sheets complete the portrait

of pure weakness to the sweet sweet pleasures of flesh,

from the clothes on the floor, wet sheets,

to the descriet do not disturb sign out side our hotel door