Hell Bound Lust

 

She, my dear Ashley, with a soul so soft,
Waiting for her arms to wrap around, I suffer in thine loft.
She walks forth from the midst,
its all about hells kiss.
The eyes wonder, fingers clinched, this is my lust.
Her body is my muse, her cream is my vice.
Tender, to make the toes curl, every thrust will enthrall
The claws to gorge my back, with every thrust I will enthrall.
She, my dear Ashley, with a soul so soft,
The swollen clitori, makes me dream of you and I.
You say more, I circle and peck the flesh, I am the prey within your breast.
The lips of chains, our tongues twirl round
Bury is my flesh into your domain.
Your wetness with cream so sweet,
The bite upon my neck, rips the blood to flow
My dear Ashley, with a soul so soft
Lay by the lie, my eyes slowly closed
The lust of our symphony is what we composed.

*enthrall---to enslave