Rotten To The Core

"... absorbing the attention
like an aphrodisiac..."

When she walks into a room everybody feels the flame,
lust becomes solid - and you’ll never be the same
A man or woman - man enough to take her game,
that’s all she really wants - no guilt, doubt, or shame.
She's rotten to the core and it’s not just an act,
absorbing the attention like an aphrodisiac,
teasing and toying ‘til she drives you insane,
rotten to the core…
and wouldn’t have her any other way.

She’ll drink you past the edge of the table to the floor,
while you’re under there she’ll join you for a couple more.
Shaking her hips ‘til like the oceans shake the shores,
caution slips away - desire rips and pours.
She’s rotten to the core and don’t you even try,
to tame this little vixen ‘cause you won’t satisfy,
she needs to cut it loose and she needs to be free,
rotten to the core…
and she seems all right to me.

She’ll feed her porn addiction when the moments arise,
and throw off her shirt for whomever has eyes.
There is no inhibition - no artifice - no lies,
a passion for the brink that she will not disguise.
She’s rotten to the core - and make no mistake,
full head of stream and she can’t find the brake,
she wants to be driven - wants it rough around the heat,
rotten to the core…
and she really can't be beat.

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written June 2009
About Stone...
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.

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