I whispered
“You are like an ocean;
I am intrigued by your surface
the beauty of your waves
Your calm and your strength
But I shall not fully know
the treasures below
which are the true essence of your soul
until I dive deep beneath.”
~
“Sir,” she said
“Your voice drips of molten sex
that sets my sweet thoughts
ablaze with firestorms of lust
Do I strike you as your type of girl?
I think you sense a silent need
pulsating within my world”
Whilst I play with my storm of curls
You reply with a knowing smirk
and led me away
led me astray
Until I’m screaming,
“Make me Your woman tonight.”
