Going down on my dreams

Veiled in sating as black as my eyes,

she dances to my heart beating for denial.

Thorns on every rose I send to her,

bloody from the tears unable to dry.

She waits for my touch in this winter night,

speaking out in temptation my fantasies of love.

On her knees before me colored in silk,

crimson red draped in black so cold.

Filling her up with bursts of desire defiled,

held down with my hands in her hair.

She touches me softly her tongue teases my soul,

in and out of her mouth lips beautifully painted.

Scratching my legs while holding me up,

about to break I am able to bend.

Such a poisonous kiss erotic pleasures going down,

hard to breathe yet somehow I have my breath.

Reaching up her nails dig into my chest,

swirling around me her tongue petrifies my will.

In a moment so lost I am found exploding in her,

licking her lips she stares into my eyes.

I take her hand as she rises to me,

kisses me softly and guides me to hell.











Johnny Newell