Dooooo, do you aim to please?
Sweet, darling will you please me?
So, you're only seventeen
A clam in the pocket is worth two in the bush.
A faint breath of wind strokes the swollen chords of your golden skin. Swirling flanges of light fracture the thin strips of amber within your Jeweled crescent eye.
May I sip from your fragrant river?
Lay you down on my bed of pearls?
Dark musk, from my eager longing
Obscures your beaming brows, in a lusty veil
Do not fear my brute calloused fingers, arcing cigarette butts into Shadowy trajectories. They will touch not your supple flesh, only your sol. For now I succumb to dreams as I watch you sleep. Your mouth slightly Agape, damp warm breath billowing gently abroad.
Brushing slowly my dry translucent fingers
Across your dainty nape, dragging my gnarled nails
Softly behind till, they catch in a subtle crevasse of skin
And digging gently into your handsome jugular
Dooo, do you aim to please?
May I dine on your chastity?
So sweet seventeen
You look so ugly when you speak
I prefer it when you sleep.