See...the box how it begs to be opened
Like closed lips upon a bed of sin,
Slips my mind deep down into thoughts
Of dreams and mellifluous decadence.
Taste of ravaged flesh,
On my lips,
With nectar like overflow dripping
As if my chin was a cascade of your own making.
See..how the box slips dips insanity
How my fingers torture your flesh
How, my fingers get torched by your fire
Lips like hot springs,
Between your pearl and whipped cream.
See.....how the box grows hungry....
As whispers run down your spine
Of secret sins
And nectar that drip on my lips,
From your inner most sanctuary
I plead like a miracle
For you to come, no make that, cum......cum
As your soul dances into my brown sugar stare.
See... how the box becomes opened
As you whisper your perversions into my ear,
As you ask that i taste your nectar,
Abreme la gloria, you whisper into the sky
That my lips become the keys to your box
Of chocolates and sins,
Drip, drip..... honey sweet, into my mouth of poetic slumber.
J.O.D. © 2007
Note: In reverence to the ecstasy that is the female orgasm :P