Pretty Things

Shiva, baby, can you tell me
      why is it always the pretty things
            that we so dearly love to destroy?

I want to hold you down
      press your hands above your head
            strike bruises into your perfect skin

Leave your melodious voice
      rasping and raw, gasping
            for breath as you sing my name

I know precisely what it would take
      to turn you on - you whisper to me
            your weakness in that innocent voice

I will grind my dancer's hips - hard
      between your shaking legs, teasingly bring you
            to ecstasy with one deliberate touch

Have you burning with desire
      desperate to be possessed
            aching for my slight caress

With gaze so alluringly hypnotic
      I can create any emotion, just watch my
            misleading eyes as you bite your lip

You're so beautiful it petrifies me
      to the core of my calculating heart
            how deeply I want to make you flawed

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

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