Mauvaise Jeune Femme.......

     
....her mouth gave shape to the words,    
gave life to them    
hardly believing that she spoke it    
     
from her rich mahogany lips    
     
tingles run down from my fingertips    
to my toes    
God only knows    
the way you make me feel.....    
     
     
“.........mauvaise jeune femme”    
     
my sunshine on a cloudy day    
she's so sweet in so many ways    
her intellect scares      
the daylights out of me    
and then she can be just as “down and dirty”    
as she want to be....    
     
(...and I just love you for that)    
     
consummate companion,    
always the lady    
till I get you all alone    
deep inside the "slim shady"      
driving my nature crazy    
Pandora's box fall's  
from high upon it's shelf    
in light of her wry smile    
I can't help touching myself    
     
     
spilling forth creamy secrets........    
     
that would make Lucifer blush    
turn Sodom into dust    
with you, I feel like Caligula's slave    
“I'm so high on your love, I don't know how to behave....”    
     
that lilting stride in your walk    
that black velvet in your “little girl's smile”    
beneath that gentile lace petticoat you wear lay    
an exotic woman-child    
who holds the key to  “le mauvais garçon” in me ; )    
     
….mon mauvaise jeune femme