Complete Satisfaction
Is at the end of this experience
Our signals cross giving off interference
You know every so often I make this appearance
Wearing nothing but red lipstick and seduction
This is technically abduction
You’ve kidnapped me from my life and responsibilities
He puts his finger across my lips but he reminds me to breathe
Taking my mind off of the cuffs and emotions on my sleeve
I’m being held against my will-power
He slams me against the wall-flowers
Grow-hours
Pass
If I were Etta James I’d exhale At Last!
Complete stimulation
Total submission
I give him permission
He tells me to open my eyes but I have no vision
He asks me to confess my mission
I whisper in between the siren flickers
I am the goddess of sensation
I carry the seeds of black beauty
Add the suspense of passion in the station
We make masterpieces while mere mortals and civilians make movies
Take your time
I borrowed plenty of it
Life will allow us to take more than enough to get
To complete satisfaction
I’m willing to take you there at the fraction-
Of the cost
I shake these dice not caring if I lost
He’s a rookie but my years of experience roll into his lap
With my sense of taste I run a lap
Around his precinct
Earth tones blend into skin tones
Silent moans bounce off the walls as moisture seeps into the microphone
Complete Electricity
He is the law and this pleasure must be a crime- so I call Him
He steals my air
I am impaired then repaired
I am held then released
We have made war then peace-
Offerings altering the tread count on my rap sheets
I am guilty
You should kill me-
Slowly-surely
You can ease liquid lust into my veins
Investigate me
Interrogate me
But don’t underestimate me
I am above the law, under the law, all over the law
I am dying in the backseat of his squad car
I am willing to be the bad girl until your satisfied
And no role is beneath me
I will be your prostitute frequently
After each shift I wait for you in the red light district secretly
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