Red lipstick covers my face.
Purchased a ticket for a free ride from the human race.
Her lace costs nothing but a promise of passionate hips.
She has a face that could launch a thousand lips.
A lady Godiva, a leader of class, she is like a raging oceans tempest loch.
My body''s her rocky beaches, my love is her tidal clock.
Like a hungry piranha''s shock, she tears my flesh, gorging herself on my loving lift.
A winter storms envelopes her body, as white snow blows, but her hot warming spine sizzles my drift.
Surf goes up as we ride her rolling waves; my ships sextant goes in all four corners of her trade winds.
Her Sun and Moon soon dispels any notion of stopping earths spell, for she has Gia’s taunt spine , loaded with curving petals that grinds.
Blinding me to an unsettling swell, my heart pounds in painful pleasures death nell.
Lost at sea, we captain our escape, settling for a nightly rendezvous spell.