The Kiss Cabin
This mouth of salt
Confounds each kiss
With which we press our suit
Too hot to halt
We dare not miss
A chamber-maid so cute
But still we feel
The pepper-spray
Upon our fevered skin
And her appeal
Means, come what may,
She'll have to let us in
These hands of lead
Confound each zip
Adorning Zoë's raiment
And on the bed
Lie cuffs and whip
Which she deploys, on payment
Her nine-inch heels
Her mirrored walls
The heady scent of musk
And as she peels
The lamplight falls
And dreams engulf the dusk
Contributors: | P, Roland, Beefy, (trad), Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 25th June 2004 by Beefy. |