My bedroom:       
the abode of a well worshipped goddess  
swathed in creme colour  
and gold decor -      
it was no great feat to enslave       
your mind in its entirety.  
you really didn't have much chance.  
you lie on the bed  
as I roost at the peak:  
yes, that petty pretension
of your person  
where, on command  
your tongue sloppily burrows  
into which holes you dare.  
[you're such a pussy.]  
an embellished mirror  
next to My canopied bed  
ensures that somewhere  
in parallel dimension  
another Me is enjoying Herself immensely       
and I, now, absorbing sensations       
watch My graceful curves rise glorious       
to sink back into your gaping mouth       
in My own obsession.       
your brain bobs attentive       
but he's not My type       
and I'm not    
in the business  
of bestowing satisfaction.       
clever boy-       
you can decipher this glaring perfection.  
but, you think I'm the angel  
that fell just for you,  
just for tonight.       
I'm not here for you.
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 15th May 2012
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