Her lips are black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola,
Drink her down until I’m full
Refreshed by her deliciousness.

Her curves cascade in perfect S shapes
A figure eight, and I ache to grip her waist
Pull her porcelain smooth skin to me
Embrace in the way lovers tango after dark
Her red hair was the color of burgundy velvet
So soft like rich silk in the grip of curled fists.

We love with a thunder of gods,
Clash like a tide against the shore—
Moving heaven and earth like Luna’s luminous pull
Shaking the foundation of this house to its roots,
As the walls crack in aghast gasps
And peek through their new see-through gaps.

She is a *****,
And I am the wolf,
Hungry as ever,
She feeds me submission
Let's me dominate her tender
And we both sweat upon the leather.
Lips like black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola.