Temptation

Last night I met a gypsy girl, Temptation was her name. A breathless brazen beauty, a drop-dead gorgeous dame. I went to get my fortune told, ten dollars was a steal. This magic mystic mistress began to play reveal. Her gypsy dress fell to the floor, those red lips cast a spell. They whispered wicked warnings, then on her knees she fell. She purred, she arched, she hypnotized, my legs just turned to stone. Her frenzied fleshy flaunting caused blood to conquer bone. She crawled toward me on all fours so ripe my mind did peal. That silky sultry sex slave, my body ached to feel. A razor blade between her teeth made short work of my clothes. Her tempered tasteful teasing finished where ardor flows. Still paralyzed but craving more, she swallowed my desire. Her lavish language, luscious! An all-consuming fire. She laid me down onto my back then turned her world around. This willful wanton woman, she offered me the mound. I dived until I found the pearl, her pleasure dome, my teeth. Both fighting frenzied forces while pleasure reigned beneath. Our fervor flared, lit up the night, consuming both our souls. Our rampant raging rapture, forever I'll extol. She somersaulted onto lust... a tear she did allow. Her pounding paving pathways, endless fields to plow. I'd pounce upon a fling like that, Alas... Twas but a dream! My hardened hunger's harnessed. temptation made it scream!