The Bermuda Triangle where no man dare stays
seems to attract you more and more everyday.
this empty space between my thighs your heart
longs to fill, yet you do it without purpose. you
squeeze your way in with your smooth tongue
and quick hands.

My body is my temple. Sounds cliche doesn’t it?
well let me put it another way- my body is the
Battle ground which is constantly fighting to get
ahead. One twitch of the hips and I’m already
leading you two steps closer to your end. My
words go deeper than ocean depth, but will
open your mind wider than Heavens doors.

The Bermuda Triangle where no man dare stays
seems to keep both of us at Bay. my looks may be
deceiving cause your only lead to see what’s meant
to be. and you- with your ill intentions makes me wonder
why I keep coming back for more. but I just wanna
know what  it would take for you to see that I too am human
and may have the body of a goddess, with the
intentions of the devil.