Wrapped In Silk

 

She has your number,

Twisting your mind,

Wrapped around you like scarves,

While your wrists are tied.

Washed over in shame,

You turn away,

She caught you thinking,

As her lips formed your name.

What is this game?

What you want is the same,

Does she mess with your ego?

Is your pride to blame?

Crawl across the floor,

She will feed you more,

Entwined in her fire,

Too scared she knows?

She does, and she plays with you,

As you rub to let go.

Red cherry toes,

Wrapped up in silk,

Run over your body,

She drinks you like milk.

Get down on your knees,

Kiss nylon thighs,

Musk scented envy,

Close your eyes.

Sensation, frustration,

Crawl out of your skin,

She takes you over,

She pulls you in.

Her lips devour you,

Can you take it again?

She’s naughty and wet,

You’ll never regret,

When you take her to bed.

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