The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.