Whispering her name, as one in rhythm, is such a Pleasure,
Wanting more than enough from her is always a Pain,
She will give you satisfaction, its without Measure,
That is her mission and its vividly Plain,
At the centre of her lengths lies a beautiful Treasure,
Everyone wants it and would die for its Gain,
The sweetness of her depth, such thrust! the Pressure!!
You wish to experience it again and Again,
Her moundful peaks has the taste of the exotic for Sure,
Kissing them,an act one mustn't do in Vain,
Liquid fire she is, ignites you in through her Embrasure,
Such carnality makes you more sinful than Cain,
A glutton for her passion, lusting comes at every Leisure,
She's Desire,she's Erotica and temptation is her Main.
But be careful,she'll drag you to Hell,of that I can Assure,
For death becomes her, she's the grave and there you'll be lain.