Lustful Invitation
This rare beauty is the age of my son
cuts her eye in a slow erotic deed
my heart and attention she has won
swings her short skirt to show her kind of breed
whispers and fine dances are her language
showing her ownership of ripe objects
despite the obvious gap in our age
her tricks or my fall, none is the subject
drags me by the tie to show more red light
every flesh I touch my under recites
swinging boobs, raising laps, her sexual might
penetrates my inhale like a sharp kite
hard to resist, 'no' I said to this peach
then she swings me off her body like leech.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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