A Siren’s Song
I sit with crimson wine and grin
The fruit of berries, the start of sin
As she slides from her chair and crawls across the floor
With a wanton expression she’s the Queen at my core
Piercing my attention with a smouldering stare
Delicate seduction is weaved into her hair
A glare, introducing me to a million desires
Igniting a hunger for the forthcoming fire
Erotically charged she turns to face me
Her evocative spirit taints me
An act so divine
Little offerings of debauchery in a perfect paradigm
So dirty, depraved and flawed
It's her game, she’s my adored
A Siren’s song for me to explore
Lost on waves of eroticism
In a forbidden ocean we swim
Dipped in gloss to the waist
While the night aches for a taste
She traces my body and squats down on her knees
Her tiny vinyl skirt pulled to the tightest extremes
Black and plum lipstick concealing raw kisses
As the darkened road outside hisses
Rain sodden serpents on broken streets
Unlike this serpent crawling through satin sheets
Sharpened black fingernails with a silver fleck
The smoothness of her enamel slides on my neck
As I pour all over her porcelain chest
In slow motion I crawl into her soul
I slide in through that painted hole
A fantasy made real and so obscene
Her distorted smile lingers for a while
And then devours me
Brandy balls take their fill
Purple lipstick traces the hardest parts of me
A different pattern with every erotic mouthful
Teasing me through silk
Addicted to the Devils milk
And now baptised by fire
Insisting on her erotic release
Numbers eased within
Erotic sighs and the cutest grin
As I spell her name
On the purest canvass
Teasing the core of her climax with my tongue
I drink her and she comes undone
Wanton explosions of passion, lust and desire
A porcelain body lost in erotic fire...
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