Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive


This man

Knowing her beauty

Is founded in love words

He sculpts his words carefully

Crafting them in formal evening attire

Posing under the moonlit night he strikes

Passion being the tongue fruit of young lovers

Soothing her warm nights before the waking dawn                    

He begins kissing her mouth as he slips his banana tongue into her martini glass mouth

She now must surrender to his bulging prison arms

Sizzling words from loves flame begin to burn

Desire melts her honor in her last attempt

Slipping away into her final decadence

Her dignity she must maintain

Will you still respect me?

She respectfully asks

Of course