The Pleasure Of Sin

SNAKE MIND I love women the passion of a Stallion in the wild I love women a passion true and tried disrobe them with my teeth Massage them with nimble hands Spank her, beneath Caress her strands Pull her to me decisively Kiss with the touch of an Angel Raise the ante Listen to the beating of her Candle Hold her against a wall and take her smell her hair peaches and cream Cross her border Cuddle her dream Shove in Laugh, just us with the force of a Kingpin Stare at her eyes, flawless Make her yell over and over again Float on clouds while linked tear my flesh off, amen! as one, distinct! I love women I love women Armand Hamouth

A THORN BY

LOVE Love is the distinct fragrance of her beneath the perfume she wears the space between you and the ground not just the petals of the rose but the thorns that wonderful bite draws your boiling hot blood the hug nature returns when you are together a tight focused view her lips on a succulent fruit the liquid smile that follows it is being enrobed in each others warmth the laughter harmonized in the music of your real Love is everything and nothing it engages you in the wealth of doing nothing together and that is everything Armand Hamouth