River of ecstasy

How your words affect me...
Glace` cherry lips wet with saccharin indulgence,
I savor every ruminative appellation,
rolling them deliciously upon my indescreet tongue.

And those provocative little ellipses...
I feel them linger timidly at the small of my back.
So seductively they flow down, tracing the
lovely rise that beckons to a forbidden slpendor
of erogenous secrets.

I drape my silken flesh with scripted perversions,
wearing them like cashmere desire as each wicked sway of hips
leaves me breathless and trembling.

Would I dare to rock our little boat
on these turbulent waters?
I would cross my legs, be the temptress
of your chorus line;  I would call you Mister.