Moans for Groans

with a swing of her hips
the dance of her feet
with the fire from her eyes
rooted him in defeat

like a displaced kangaroo
in the middle of the road
staring at the dead lights
he stared at her painted lips

Mouthing words of love
she devoured him
alive from above and beneath
he succumbed helplessly

with a flick of her mane
he became her faithful man
perpetually feeding her cravings
to melt mould digest him

he dripped dried himself
on her line of allure
as she sucked him dry
of all his amorous desires

he capered for her now
salivating waiting for moans
that call is as Pavlov's
bell for his dogs

subjugation through pleasure
her guilty treasure.