Little Black Destruction
Candles flicker under the pressure of darkness
As we dance a farewell to the brighter hours
Prisms of amber and brown reflect in my hand
And we sway in celebration to the dark of this land
The insistence of mischief and eyes all over me
Traces of lipstick stain my skin with delicate profanity
Molecular attraction creates the purest sin
As milky legs elegantly step into silk and lace
Feline lashes frame a stare of sensual grace
Above a grin that oozes with seduction
As she steps slowly into her little black destruction
The threat of stocking tops as she walks towards me
And motions me to drink my fill
As we move in rhythm
And leave on a rhyme
Ready for the alternative of this town
Through the sweet and sour of vintage streets
Delicate interactions on hold for who we may meet
Time flies in bars that provide me with liquid distractions
And the neon burns brighter as eyes widen with satisfaction
The creamy moon is full with bliss
As I trip on a stare and fall into a kiss
Smokey serpents expel from my lips and pour into her soul
Dilated pupils in brandy bowls that swallow me whole
Hands snake my hips on roads that lead us home
Passion stops us short and two hearts quicken as we roam
The mess we make when we fall into debauchery
Wandering in and out of our bodies poetry
The chemistry of alcohol and lust
To tear away inhibitions where doubt turns to dust
Is this how we evolve?
Erotic puzzles waiting to be solved
In fire and desire as the flames get higher
Licking the skin of our sin
As I snake within on muffled passion
Teeth in me for satisfaction
Red and white lights stretch out across the carriageway
Laser-beams that highlight our silhouettes at play
As we writhe and grind and tease and grin
Urgent moans that peak from deep within
Wanton eyes demand me into release
And I yield on ring roads of ecstasy
Circles that lead us home drunk on bliss
Step after step, kiss after kiss...
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