Jezebel
She moves like the ocean,
Enticing desire.
She makes steam with her motion,
Setting lust on fire.
Her eyes made of jewels,
Her touch made of bliss,
Casting love spells on fools,
With the taste of her kiss.
Her lips are a dream painted in scarlet,
She's sultry and tender, but nobody's harlot,
Don't know how she does it, but she does it so well.
A voluptuous beauty, mm Jezebel.
She lives life like a dance,
Like a flickering flame.
She's waiting for romance,
But still knows the game.
Brazen and fair,
She's fire and ice,
While you pray she'll share,
All her sugar and spice.
Her lips are a dream painted in scarlet,
She's sultry and tender, but nobody's harlot,
Don't know how she does it, but she does it so well.
A voluptuous beauty, mm Jezebel.
Copyright © Krystal Turton | Year Posted 2012
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