A Devilish Rose: the treat

A Devilish Rose: The Treat

Motel lights under a neon sultry sky
room for rent to extinguish desires cries
mini-skirt starts shrinking as the door is closed
on the floor is a trail of quickly shed clothes

Two bodies wrapped in a night of passion
on lustful sheets she teases by flashing
her ass in the air is wiggled and shook
she's fully exposed, he sheds his boots.

His reaching hands grasping at her flesh
lips crash together then lick, then mesh
the thorns of a rose in nails that bite
fuels a mans fire for the beast to arise.

Taught muscled grips create clashing hips
diving into ravaging nipple bit breasts
pressing himself deeply in tight gripped holds
dancing to passions bloom, is a devilish rose.

Charging is lust in payment seats sitting
devouring a woman that is seductive and pretty
grasping at legs to pull them apart
as beating as drums from a feverish heart.

Bone and flesh in loves clashing thrusts
sweat and fire in the kiln of a body in lust
released is the warmth in a deep dark hole
biting into hell, tasting a Devilish Rose.