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