SHE'S AN ARABIAN SINNER

I met this Arabian Girl over a high hill banquet not too long ago,
Kiah,just like any high priestess,
Clean white teeth in complete ratio,
Elegantly presented in Flowing night dress,
Lovely physique and attractive ego.
Certainly she was a sorceress,
The noblest among her cargo.
Inevitably an enchantress,
The most successful sinner I'll ever know.

Always searching for new crimes to commit,
And just when i thought I was the boss,she lifted the wand and my thought stopped seemingly.
when my heart was fucked,believing i,that i lost the keys,
She searched the Atlantic and unlock it.

I became a slave at the table of curvy incantations,
Choked when i beheld the delicacy offered,
Entangled by the saucy sensations,
To feed upon what I've seen,
To glide like a sleazy snake down...down those lines to the unseen,
And to hit that piece,that framework till it bleeds,
To cultivate that stream while drinking,
Although I'll at last be sunk upon an oceanic bed while on it,
And Forget what I call my way of flow in balance caressing,
Alas,what would be left of me will be"what are these Coming feeling ?".

Coming in,
Her bombs were nothing less constructed for destruction,
And her sides were their carriers,
Every inch she covered took my breath away.
Just like what she was fashioned for.
She killed the bear in me and what remained was a sheep,
She broke my bearing and on life support she put me,the captain of the ship.

Darn if there was beyond her meticulous service any charming voodoo,
Or some hot spells not cast on her lips.
Her gaze..alas,A gorgeous conqueress!.
It increases the inside tempo.
The sheet was a piece of violence
And the rhythm of the song;sweet creams of magnificence.

With the key;she forced,turned and pressed,
Though,at first,the lounge into my heart was shut.
when they still stuck unopened,
She offered and replayed the songs,
First "the drink of Rosa"
Then "The spider's wander"
Then "The hand of a goddess".

Every innocence,
Every piousness,
Every resilience,
Every aggressiveness,
Every blockades of war,
Every tugs of love,
The teachings of Buddha,
Every hard feelings,tah!!!
And when this Arabian destructionist was through with her service of soul breaching,
Aghast!Every hard doors flung in haste,
The last and filthiest of them wide untamed,
And the end song was"The awakening monkey's success".

Upon the spark of the sorceress,
I Start off normally,
Slowly...slowly and slowly,
Briefly,Cautious and carefully,
Undressing what is sacred like a thief,
Licking while it's hot like a chief chef,
Pulling out what is gentle with slimy fingers,
Harder,harder and harder,
Covering more space like a super fidgeter,
Beating what is hard over what is soft,
Pounding what is bad like a man,
Filling what is yummy with what is wet,
Deploying more energy when she's as starved as a cannibal,
Spilling something across the table like some kebabs,
Ah! Yalla!
Harder,harder and harder,
Faster,faster and faster,
Until there was no more life on the banquet table to grip on for her.