Pomegranate lips
He shook my hips
Bite his mouth
And he went south
A little amused
Submissive, abused
His taste was tart
But he had my heart
Ripped my clothes-
To the panties,with bows
Then molded to him
To whisper every whim
Pinned me to the bed
I quite lost my head
Ran a finger over my thigh
Wait.pause.breath.then sigh