LeRoi EspiriQuetzal
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read

lasso

she’s another me like a cell split

holding hands so as never two forget

we are the “others” complement

unique relationship she set a trap eye

took the bait curiosity killed the cat

two bodies discovered

connected at the lips licking eye’s

closed rope bound wrists blind fold in

bed with a twisted lover

like a tattoo, worth every pin prick

loving my pain a sick trip addict of

ecstasy under cover

silk skin red hand tight ass a glove fit

speaking in tongues split whips for

degradation

dig this eye was once innocent no

one admits get a grip don’t hate it

ladies like the art of humiliation

looking for pretty things in dark

places fingers on the move laced

round her neck quivering with

anticipation

smiling struggling for breath, hair

style wrecked slow pace approach till

she crescendos what a mess

nothing can erase the memories

addicted with no remedies eye need

another hit eye con fess

another split another lifetime lived

out of breath pleasurable sigh give

and take no risk forsaking sin

planet alignment at the same time

smile remove blind fold eye to eye

deep inside she grins

watch out she bites but not on the

mic no regrets don’t ask authority

she likes begin

some dirty talk now a short walk to

the mount hung center ceiling

bowing two cuffs lock you submit

she’s another me like a cell split

holding hands so as never two forget

we are the “others” complement

come take a ride with me nothing left

to hide surprised behind those

bedroom eye’s to say the least

eye can’t get you out of my mind nor

find a weapon of any particular kind

to slay this beast

making a wet dream locked inside

fetishes scream make me reality in

this world

moist slip subliminal messages only

being picked up by the naughtiest

little boys and girls

throbbing baseline thrusting up

under behind with a hand full of hair

never lost eye contact

call me a whore before you wipe the

floor with me in rhythm scratch red

trail sweat across my back

spiked hands nailed to a cross an

insatiable need to get off with you at

any cost it’s hard to relax

to have an open heart the heart must

first be broken open by you it’s a

guilty conscious eye lack

feels like a teen filthy treat me like

trash she asked put together well

could set a drink on that ass

he hooked her contemplating take

another look happy humiliated lil lady

was up to the task

eye am thee Anomallee deviating

from norms tongue twisted lyrical

porn forget the clock make it last

time stretch like a lasso synched

round a neck gets you high thanks a

lot please cum again like before

back door girl denying negative her

whole life’s good so by nature so

called “negative” she wants to

explore

techniques of ecstasy’s my specialty

your welcome eye aim two pleased

the pleasure is all mine it’s what eye

live for…

The Poet

LeRoi EspiriQuetzal

Nagual/Shaman