Desires of A Licentious Soul

Liquorice is thy tongue
 as sweet bubble gum
Just as she told me last,
when she held me last
At the room next to class,
wearing a frown for a mask
Overcoming her needs was great indeed,
oh what a wondrous task
All are not as they seem be conscious of the one who stares

As light hit my newly opened eyes, I remember the day
Her face seem shiny, sparkling eve, her skirt began too sway
Softly her hands met cheek of mine,
 lips introduced, eyes could only pray
Legs glisten with a potent glow,
those hands, my back, knees give way
Temperature rises just as spring seasons and clothes go there way
No … Stop … No … Ooo…
From black to white no fade

Copyright J.R. Thomas