Betty Fucking Page

oh you tantalizer of spirit and loins
you vixen awakening
even from the dim silence of non presence
you lift eyes from despair
and fill dripping need
with luscious grip
it matters not that binds entrap you
or your discomfort as authority revealed
you emanate our genies
and swirl our genes
you mesmerize and dizzy
making tops spin
you are lust’s answer
for gratitude to sprawl across naked floors
puddled with drooling needs
and quaking screams
howling at your lascivious moon