Prowling The Void

We drop like shadows into the cocktail party of this night
Saturating the vibe with charm and thirsty eyes
Your women hanging warmly in our presence
They did not know they were inviting young lusty demons
This dry place not accustomed to fiery energy


Vodka flows like the splashing of a fountain
The heartbeat of  true intention reverberating to bleed into this space
Sex is the finger on the pulse as you become wet from what is conveyed secretly by the bass in the voice
I want to fuck you right here and now not caring that it would be in front of all these people
Dropping down to your knees to please me among a sea of faces
Feeling the trace of your tongue drag down with heavy pleasure



So tired of proper etiquette and respectable boundaries
In a malaise of passion the speaking succumbs to kissing and sucking
Leading everyone in the room into seducing each other
Deep red wine and pink hard nipples
Nibbling on tiny roses
Splitting softness by delving inside


These are my wicked drunken times
The devil in the cut
Whispers
"You must make her mine"