Complaisant

"painkiller # 1…"

Interweaved in sweet seething bonds
when all that glitters consumes
the climax breaks in a unique muse
of colours and perfume

Interweaved in a sparkling frenzy
on the verge of a paroxysm
the wild excitement of this relation
turning gloom into a blooming prison

A decadent smile and a well favoured figure
I see stars when I slip into your mouth
with starving lips and burning eyes
you make me come and then you spit it out

I see stars when I slip into your mouth
you make me come and then you spit it out

We indulge in the Hungry Hefners
A TV Dinner on my pumping chest
Sit'n' Slide thru magical starscapes
Close the journey with the Travellers Rest