Your Whore

From passionate words whispered in complete silence,
There was no lies and deceit,
Your dark burning eyes could not hold my image,
And my sexy devilish ways.

I stroke you slowly, with my words, then my breath, and then my touch,
You can feel my fingers as I lightly map out your body,
And commit every detail to memory,
You reach out to touch me back, and I pull away.

I slowly begin to dance, and let you see my curves, hidden only my sheer clothing and shadows,
As you lay there watching, running your forked tongue along your lips,
A piece of clothing falls from my body and I throw it to you,
You catch it and inhale my scent prematurely.

You’re driven wild—I’m your personal aphrodisiac
A succubus—an unrestraint vixen promising you a night filled with carnal pleasure,
Again I touch, and again I memorize, not only with my eyes, or my hands,
But with my sure tongue.

First your neck, then you chest,
I lave your nipple as I continue down to your throbbing member
[Are you ready for me babe?]
You’re ready to come now, have you ever felt this way {like your about to explode in my hand?}

I grab your hand and lead you places, where other lovers have left their names,
You explore yourself, and see what no one else has discovered,
A tattoo on my inner thigh, whispering a promise of [I’m eternally yours]
A simple statement—yours to enjoy.

I provide pleasure,
With my looks and touch and words, as I taste,
With seduction planted on my hands they touch,
You’re under my spell of hiatus lust.

*My perfect toy, fuck me until I can’t move anymore*
I’m far from an angel, much more dirtier,
Your mischievous girl, whisper to me one more time:
[I’m your whore]