she's got that black dress on again,
the thigh-highs tight on slender white legs.
the men they stare like their eyes caught fire,
she's a walking inferno, smoke billowing
behind her heels.

have you ever had a stranger ******* so good
you told them you loved them?
she's tangled like a rainbow fish in his net,
the tide of the sheets pulling her in.

she's like a rare animal going extinct,
but oh her face is pretty,
like those flowers on your mothers windowsill.
and she tastes even prettier than she looks.

bury your face in her neck,
let her hair billow round in ringlets,
messy, knotty.
bury your face in her chest.

but if she says no,
that does not mean convince her,
her will is as strong as her thighs wrapped
tightly round his neck.

but it feels so good,
it feels so ******* good,
it makes her want to scream the walls down.