RMC

Give me memories
that break the effect
of the past week’s defects
that got me wrecked.

Stone my visions clear,
obtuse I’ve been near
so I’ll throw down a beer;
clean the window smear.

Outside my box I evolve
and see clear solutions to solve
I move smoothly in grooves
to see your beautiful resolve.

Long dark hair held high
too short I’ve been, but I’ll try
to worship every inch of your thighs
and make angels envy and cry.

Curves you deserve need
at the end of the night my creed
to supply air with your kiss speed
to make your soul greed.

I want the best for your day,
to put a smile on your face
and give a laugh, hear your grace,
and make the past erased.

Please you over and over
ice on the skin erase the past
the foggy evening’s dance,
make clear the mirror glass.

The situation has come full front,
and to be honest I’ll smoke
through you the night through, I won’t stop
kissing your neck and throat.

I don’t bite tonight I’ll only seep
into you to undo the week
and put the beast in you to sleep
and relax your muscles too weak.

Stomp out that little pout
in your lip I want you to bite now
as I step inside you to guide out
the starving crave in your doubt.

Beauty you have, I’m not sad
to make every inch of you glad.
Take a drink, I’m on the brink to
give you the best night ever had.