Make Me

Make me plead.
Make me melt as ice over a naked flame.
Make my desire dance blindly from life
Into an eternity of delicious secrets,
As soft breath lingers on my steaming flesh.

She is Woman

She, who haunts the thoughts of man,
Her perfume lingers on the air,
With soft voice and a poison tongue,
Your dirty secrets, she lays bare.

From those red, delicious lips
Comes poetry of deep desire.
She has you prisoner in her web
Of piercing fever - wild like fire.

So hot it melts your broken heart.
Surrounded in her liquid breath,
A naked, throbbing, joyless life,
Yet you dare not beg for death...

She is woman.

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Bathe in my dirty, delicious dream,
Drink deep my liquid, perfumed stream.
Squirm in the wild, throbbing fire
Of soft kisses and steaming desire.
Melt into my dark, velvet embrace,
Linger on my moist and blushing face...

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Fever devours your broken form;
Fire pierces your porcelain smile as it melts
Into a liquid stream of secret longing,
Dark and delicious, as you lie naked
Surrounded by questions that cut you to the bone.

Yet soon desire decays time and self
Leaving only oceans of clouds
Bleeding into a sad sky, ablaze
With the blinding morning star.
All the night's tortures forgotten.