Paris lips

You didnt publish your sins, under a pseudonym
i want you to cream, till you curdle all over me
she's a bad thing, and i bet bad things cum in threes
i feel the weight of your sorrow and I'll beg, steal or borrow
to have one night, just one night, Paris lips you've gotta bite
to feel you after dark, in the beating of my heart

I want the slick between your legs
I want to crack the lock to your chest
I want to dive into your deep blue sea
I want to explore your coral reef

Fold me in half,
tie up my wrists with your silken scarf
your Paris lips, get me in perpetual bliss
whilst I'm trying to write a metaphor
you put the myth into erotic lore

I wanna break the boundaries of your virtue
I wanna fill the room with the scent of you
I want you to bend over in front of me
i want you to christen
the vibrancy of my sadomasochism
i want this to be a biblical submission

Time after time..
you put the sweet/sour into the lime
time after time
I'll be the detective at the scene of your crime
time after time
I'm afraid to say in case our connection breaks
in the right time and the right place
I will spread your legs and suck and taste...
you, and make you do things you'll never do
I'll excuse you, if your legs cant no longer take the weight of you

You'll be surprised at the length and width of me
something you would wanna see
take a breath and take every inch of me
use your tongue and devour every bit of my length
till I cum, and you feel me throb till the very end
we can be friends, we can be lovers, we can be fuck buddies
I just want you to feel every inch of me...