Wednesday, February 26, 2014

lip service

i will tell you what turns me on , you want me you desire me you kneel in service and submit
your off your feet feeling me
caressing my legs

running your lips over me
my hands are all over you
caressing every fold

my tongue in your armpit
my lip on your face
my hands about you

dripping you in honey
baby im gona eat you up

caress ya up
dress ya down

hold you close

im not dreaming
*lip service*

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

fruit an nut

where in the dark she dances ...
her hands twirl between her thighs
she the center of a warm haze

the musk oh the night
a tigress hunting at leisure
an instinctual growl

flap your wings little bird
bask in her glorious kill
blood drenched lips a cereal killer

henna thrilla

Sunday, February 9, 2014

silent eagle

beat me with your silence beat me with your arched i brows ,
i the ever proud don't fall to my knees , the ballet dancer
he sweeps the world in a whorl
your arms surround him like a rainbow of truth ,
your ever loving silence all he has to hold but all he ever needed since the beginnings of time


then tell me about it , let off steam in my arms , whisper in my ears

tease me with your silent embrace ,
mistress i bow before your whims

but after my lips caress your soul you shall ever press your lips to my hands in obedience

Thursday, February 6, 2014

a flutter in the darkness

your heart is alight with delight 
your mind given into dreams 
as to your gift your lips 
the passionate one 
your worthy 
your fire a kindness to the man of your flames

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

the heart of the foxet

she dove under the fence
finding the beast she comenced

circling the left
cradling her young she was not bereft

on the mount she mounted the beat
preceded to take a feast

let her passions roll
for the devils heart she stole

diving on top of him
from him she got

feasting on the sweet roll
the devil bell told

dancing the flows of his elixir
her flexible neck erected a flag poll

from her get came the young
the foxy tramp the morning sun

and that's what you get in the vixens bed roll
satisfaction and a head bowl