P>I will be wearing strawberry lipstick
This will be your sign
I like it on the floor,
near the fireplace
We will be huddle together
As I become spring against your winter
Glaciers with cracks
and moans and avalanche.
In our moment of splendour,
I will become your spider woman
Spinning my slender thighs
against your Sahara bone
Licking and slashing strokes,
with a samurai tongue.
My snake fingers scramble
up the hem of your jeans
Just between moans
you stuck a tropic tongue in my ear
And I began a creamy climb
to the top of the Niagara Falls
My tongue, my hand-made snail,
drags across your flesh
I am rewarded with multiple shivers,
a hurricane, or prairie wind.
I am stealing satisfaction from your eyes,
as you began your fall
My lips began with discreet,
now they are just red, just white
I will please you this night,
to release you, of that I'm sure,
of all this is in my sight
Now you are lapping at me
like an Amsterdam froth.
I am wearing lip stick,
and much of you.
THE END
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