She’s hot,
Like a Carolina reaper
I’m perspiring through every pore,
Heaving heavy breaths,
Seething every inhale
And crying uncontrollably,
Convulsing and flailing arms
Windmill punching air like a mosh pit
Because looking at her has me
Audibly in several languages

“*******”
                “Santo cielo”
                                    “Santa Merda”
                                                            

She Is eloquent
Dignified in refined swagger,
Carrying herself with pride,
Demeanor that demands neither cat call
Or advance of the meager
She’s far to cunning,
An impatient cat that can’t
Withstand clawing for the best
And treating the rest like discarded litter.

Magnetic and magnanimous
I am caught like a fly in a silken web
Come devour me sweet succubus
I want to know how your curves
Ripple like waves when we crash
Body to body and pleasure washes over
Like an avalanche
Drain me and leave me to my happenstance
Or do a happy dance to repeat our waltz
Within Egyptian cotton sheets
And worship me like a Pharaoh,
Kiss my staff and feel its mass
Collapse against wetted lips,
And into abused bruised flush hips.

She is devilish,
Like cartoon parodies of Lucifer
But with *******,
A temptress in a red dress
Or was it black?
I am blind with hunger
An animal left unchecked
And I’ll devour until there is nothing left
But base notes of *** with higher tones of sweat
Wear her like an element

It’s evident
I’m in love.
And I can’t quite tell if it was hell or heaven sent