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