Lure Me
You crave my....
pixie dust lust.
My
cinderella sex
dip- the tip of my wing
till it's wet with ink
put you under my spell
Want to linger on in
my silky soft skin
suspend yourself inside
my fragmented
story
like good sex is ever
without fury
I am the promise of
an unopened letter
a psychological thriller
that keeps getting better
You taste my
well place lines
lightly laced
with longing
questioning your resistance
wondering where you're belonging
Love for us....
A haunted unwanted memory
praying please
"cure me"
Yet you lure me?
I am your
hour glass obsession
absent any
vulnerable expression
don't mistake this girl
for lonely
I've made grown men
drop to their knees
praying goddess please
pull potions from those
pale pearl pink lips
and cure me
Perhaps my darling
I shall confess
I am anything but
a damsel in distress
yet still.....
my quill
is dripping with ink
Copyright © Angie Wassell | Year Posted 2016
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