Silent Siren

My lady need a safety line When she play her witchy game. My lady post a caution sign: KEEP AWAY FROM OPEN FLAME! You let some friction spark her powder, Blast you back from where you came. My honey hot as summertime. Make your back stick to the bench. My honey sip red table wine Like some sexy tavern wench. She digs Sinatra in a sick way. Takes her poetry in French. My darlin’ don’t do gravity. Walks on water’s what I mean. My darlin’ strut like royalty. Long red carpet, star machine. She play the sultry young enchantress, Silent siren, silver screen. My lover like a speedin’ train. Can’t get off until she stop. My lover like a little pain With a leather riding crop. She mount the stage with dark intentions, Raise the curtain, let it drop. My sweetheart, she don’t justify. She jus’ get herself undressed. My sweetheart, she don’t sanctify. She jus’ make a man feel blest. Her eyes can exorcise your demons. Lets her fingers do the rest.