I can see the danger in her lips.
It summons me like the familiar demons of the city.
Where it'll take me I can't tell.
The moisture drips from her lips.
Is it sweet like honey? or raw and potent like a summer fish?
Either one I would Love.
Her lips are a mystery I need to solve.
They have me so engrossed I can hardly act like a civilized man.
If I could only explode into the primal animal she evokes, all would be solved.
She has me. Controls me. Always..keeping..me..one.step.from..Heaven..Euphoria...Climax.
Will she ever let me go? Let me be free?
She plays with me like a puppet.
I feel so strong yet so weak.
She gives me both.
