by Chryseis Alexander

Created on: June 07, 2010

The Perfect Drug

I am not vain nor am I narcissistic in any way.

But I mean this when I say it.

I am the perfect drug. 

Not technically me, but my sex.

My sex is the perfect drug.

I have the allure and mystery that draws men in.

The fertile scent of sensuality pulses through my blood

and out my pores, like a gentle mating call to all around.

My body though not perfect brings forth elicit dreams in every curve.

It cries out to be felt, skin so smooth, like silk, open invitation

Sensitive to any and all touch, Rub me and I will whimper,

Spank me and I will moan your name.

My voice though soft, is sultry and when I moan?

Answering whimpers always await my call. 

I am heat, and lust, and fire all compounded into one soul. 

I am sexy wanton pleasure,

but gentle release all at the same time. 

Strong willed and yet soft, and succulent. 

My taste is burned on all who have ever dared to touch me. 

My sensual presence is always felt when I walk into a room.

A sexy siren here only for your pleasure.

When really the pleasure is all mine.

A siren’s call that will lead you to the rocks below, 

Jagged rocks that have been covered in the spent passion of those

that came before you.

A lusty siren awaits for the next victim to hear my call.

To succumb under the waves of what I offer.

The Perfect Drug.

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