Cleopatras lotus flower

She's tip toeing on the cold terracotta tiles with nothing on,
My mind is in a hot poison bubble ready to pop my neurotoxins

The tenderness and slender of her body,
 
I've stripped her naked now she's no longer my queen of the night, mascara running like cracks of lightening down her cheekbone, pussy all creamy and smouldering hot,

Her Lips take me on a uncharted exploration, she can kiss like a slut, she can have the kiss of lover, but her warmth is something of forever more

Sex is like brail, transmitting tiny touches, receptive against fingertips in that desirable hidden language, the writings of the night, clenched together in red hot magic, every muscle contracting, every fibre of your being immersed in orgasmic transcendence

Her body covered in hieroglyphics henna tattoos
She wears a gold ankle chain,  her avant garde eye make up is creamy and gold, coiled serpent dreadlocks down her honey skinned back
And I'm thinking..'stalk me down, awake my craving'

her jaunty stride poses that of a girl-child, nimble at the ankle, loose at the hips,
She lights an opium incense
Pale ash drips from the molten ember,
aeolian harps are playing loves sweet symphony


Her bloodstone coloured nails are like the devils pedicure
A perilous air hits me like a blast of ice as her dimpled smile is aglow

Green eyes locked inside of mine,
She wraps her iron wrought legs around me, straddling a tongue laced kiss, smearing her black lipstick, I can feel her hot mound become wetter on my crotch, slowly she rides, as her breathes become heavier, she starts biting my bottom lip,  I can feel her goosebumps on her skin as I stroke her body, reacting under my finger tips, her honey drizzle skin,

Hard pounding now, sticky moister humid, and exasperating, girlish cries and whimpers as I plunge deeper, stripping her from her womenhood

Denounced of her virtue
Deflowered of her pride
Torn her soul like a pair of fishnet stockings

Jelly legged cries of retreat
Backing away now, time for rest
She's tip toeing around with nothing on
dressed only in the white noon

MOISSANITE
Awake my craving,


Shafts of sultry sunshine waver in shafts through the portico

Her tawny hair raised in the cool breeze, empty breathes, biting my neck with exhaustion, her lagoon jam smeared all over my cock


Should I have prayed more for a intelligent, elegant being, my desire would implode, and my life cease to have meaning



Her wild fury