Lovely Lies

Does she intrigue you with her jaded eyes and puffy lips and lovely lies? Do her sweet words feel so real, is her smell so sweet its vile? how soft her skin must feel on the tips of sylphish smiles. Do her whispers sound like lullabies perfect enough to canonize and when you gaze into her eyes are you the only ones alive? She wraps you in her velvet skin, a velvet sin, a subtle singe, she lets you have your way with her as it occurs she lets you win. Then press your lips against her neck inhale her flesh and grope her breasts, lay her down and claim your prize, a body held to lionize, grip her thighs and hear her cries, she gasps for air you push in, slide, now look into her eyes, can you see her now? Or is her mask still on? You thought that she would let you have her but you were fucking wrong. A sudden smack, a whack, attack you're not for fun you're a fucking snack, she twists your arms around your back and ties them tight you hear her laugh. See she can't simply have her pleasures and she can't just let you have yours, she adores the servile whores and has a taste for something more, you call it gore? I call it porn. You just want sex? You're such a bore. She cant get off on just a fuck, her thoughts are twisted and all fucked up she likes to play the naive slut and snap attack to spice things up and can shove it up her butt but just beware she holds a grudge and when you're just about to cum she pulls the plug your fun is done. And I can't help the things I want, the things I crave that get me hot the things i need to get me off I'm just a woman with dark thoughts. So does she intrigue you with her wild ways? And vile gaze her eyes ablaze? Can you see through her painted guise? I find a smile's the best disguise to mask the scent of lovely lies.