twin peaks with airbrushed elegance,
soft like buttercream icing under tongue,
i can still taste a garden there, between my teeth,
the way roses look is how you taste
nothing about this was ever chaste
your hips are flared,
parted like a landscape i want to explore forever
garden with fruit too much not to take a bite
sin rocks through me like a lullaby
so pretty when you need me
so pretty when soft, gasping breaths escape you
singing for me in your own tune,
an ancient language lost to time
but never lost to us
god, you're so needy for me, aren't you, baby?
purple blooms in red first,
even if it hurts, you'll take it, right?
just like a little slut ought to.
