Monday, June 2, 2008

Shisha the mistress

I walked inside and felt taken over
Submerging in this feeling so known,
Her fragrance filled the moonlight air
Her presence was veiled yet shown.

My heart was certain, I knew what I desire
Signalled to her trader
Tonight I was the buyer.

She’ll let you choose your flavour
If the price you pay is right.
Let you ‘special’ her up, make you wait,
Until she feels ‘It’s right’

As you hold her arm so tight
Lusting lips and thoughts excite.
Her taste so sweet, as the bait
You swallow her & she’ll intoxicate.

A passionate suck will make her ignite
But from one arm to the other, she’ll sway the night,
You reluctantly agree to share
But not clutching her, your ravenous palms can’t bear.

She’ll tease you & please you
Delight you and leave you.
Bear your escort but never stay the night.

She’ll leave you satiated yet gasping for more
Even as you gather to walk out that door,
She’ll make you take her to your lips,
Even if it is ‘for just one more’

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