DON’T CALL ME A PLAYER

Don’t call me a player
Because I am just amateur
I have a little Don Juan blood but not really
A lot of people are not satisfied sexually
Always searching more and wanting
Thirsty people can’t be satisfied with salt water
Sensation in make love
Me and you, not only one person
I lick every inch on your body
Hold tight and curdle
You tremble in my arm
No need any words
But I whisper “fxxck you” in your ear
How pleasure to lick your tears
You are a bitch
You are my slaver
You are my master
We are entwined together
Sometimes love come very random
We fall into each other with all the passion
Extreme sensual to orgasm
Your body is a sacred temple
Can heal wounds and cool down my head
Heaven and hell are in this place
Up and down are also here
The source of human suffering or happiness
You are my the sacred idol
Not placed on altar but on my bed

Georgia, 1224