Voodoo Vixen

she loves to linger in lingerie
lingering in purple passion
passion premeating between boyshorts
suspended by mighty mounds
in darkened skin demeanor
demanding attention when logically graced
baby got backshots that's been blessed
men say amen to a man whom possess such
without fearing initial touch
because the rush could have you hearing heaven
highlighted with each high heeled pavement love affair
created when she walks along the cracks of broken heart lanes
languishing
in loves language
& the competition to acquire
such an complicated creole vixen voodoo child
beautifully apple bottomed boogeyman figured in 8
is impossible
& improbable

but somehow,
she finally agreed to allow me 7 minutes of her verbal heaven
because 6 others are only able to handle 5
but always wish for three words to be whispered along lips glossed
& frosted purring in perfection
"You're the one"
but then again I bluntly told her I'm in it for nothing
but a chance to see her in the nude
to witness her fabricated moans
while giving her the option to fulfill
her forbidden fantasy of frolicking in fornication
with another tortured soul who's only desire
was to stroke her climatic fires
& shockingly

she readjusted her position
& hummed that
respects my honesty...

[End scene]