Kinky Black Art

There’s a scent in the air

Cinnamon, allspice and honey…

Or is that… vanilla and cream cherry?
now is the chance, only if i hurry.


memories of a particular aroma…
I’ve tasted the aphrodisiac Paloma

with a man so many times yet I’m blind
imprinting the soul, weakens my mind

the sense of desire, the taste of passion
forbidden it may be, it’s the mission
taste of cherry, it the softness of his touch
electrifying senses heightened kink as such.

blinded with an unconfined excitement
I’m so wild, I’m ready for the enticement
pleasure and pain, all senses overdrive
whip, cuffs and spanks only makes me alive!

the toughness of the kinky leather
the coldness of your warm heart
this body for you is soft as feather
I feel alive for I’m the kinky black art