Imprinted Fatal
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
I have been, so celibate with my words until I am ready
To strip tease my sexy appeal.
Un strap your nervousness, please.
Besides, the way I will behold you between my thighs
And give your thirst an addiction of me on this stimulation ride.
I want to masturbate myself before you in my scared beauty,
As my semen’s been acting out throwing a temper tantrum.
Don’t you see the sweat raining, making sweet shots of pousse-café?
So how the different doses of me feel,
Tenderly, touch my virgin skin,
And tell passion what you want.
Besides, a quiet erection can’t get laid, if I have to guess you.
Just make a place, which you and I can go and let soothing flow
And let’s run away in the moment of me nibbling in your ear,
Breathing, follow me to Poverty Sex Bay and feed my loneliness company.
Now do you see where trail droppings of my g strings led us to,
A land full of red sand,
With cranberry mandarin flickering candles playing “New Love”
As I bite the buttons off your business attire
And get very erotic corporate with you,
Remember no one can teach you how to tie orgasm shoes the way I do.
And no one lips kiss music the way I do with my soothing flute play.
Damn, yes I know. The way I play naughty girl jamz,
It so untrue. I am a desire that no one else can be.
I put a move on your private throbbing,
And gave you an explicit edition of my neo slippery.
Just drift in to me, and don’t be shy just push back my knees
And let your intensions creep while nibbling my summer’s eve.
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved
Adding your comment:
your so sweet
Great write you know I love it don't ya? 
