She was more than good,
In that lingerie,
Those nylons,
Those high heeled shoes.
She moved her hips,
In rythmic turns,
Of sex and sultry tunes.
I smiled the smile of a devil,
Cast out to commit his sins.
I yelled out as if inhuman,
To that Siren in darkest silk.
She teased me,
To please me,
She let her hair
Slide cross my chest.
My Silky Siren,
My naughty girl,
Lips and tongue devour me.
She had complete control of me.
She asked,
I answered,
She screamed,
I obeyed.
Whips whiped,
Ropes tied,
Tongue licking,
Licking those red shoes.
My God let me die,
Die in the midst of heaven,
Panties slide down,
Like a slow river,
Revealing,
Moistened lips,
To kiss.
Until she shudders,
Pulls me close,
Hips shifting,
Pelvis pumping,
Faster, slower,
Shallow, then deep.
We lose ourselves in rythme
And sweat,
And then,
And then,
We come,
To love’s sweet end.