A Piece Of My Heart
Attention grabber. Cerebral-cortex vortex
The slender gender. A gorgeous corset
A violent thief. With her enter,
she stole oxygen as a dish for dinner
Let's call her grace cause that's what she is
A demeaning bust nearly hiding completely
Artsy skin shown not quite discreetly
Holey lobes acting as pendulum swings
Hypnotizing. Exciting. Alive and so free
A certain air of power floating about
Her scent is devour, yet we have the gaping of mouth
Jaw floored. Eyes piercing her soul
She can sense our thoughts; 'undressing a whore'
We think in unison, imagination afoot,
However, she really doesn't mind it at all
The attention gives her a sense of joy bout her looks
A bit of pride in her life while unwinding a jaw
Her biter sweet nectar, sopping the air
Locking in stares, captivating lids with her hair
She's not perfect but smiles and often
With two lips too ripe, just right to blossom
Her every need is met, every desire granted
Hunger quenched sexually a la preying mantis
She sips the flow of life, draining its youth
A mature vixen angelically malicious; aloof
Closest to temptation as entering room
Devouring hearts with such aplomb
Emptying the platelet, draining of soul
This vivacious buxom consuming with ease
As man, I'm mortal and as immoral can be
She approaches slowly, as wind kisses her hair
Drawing near I slyly raise from my chair
Quickly removing metal from finger
Between Pinky and Middle is a white tan that will linger
I faintly smile as my nostrils both flair
I'm in love at first sight
Finally, my heart will play
But this game isn't affair
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