Once before savored, as I've tasted the sweets,
the heavenly fruits, my deity's cheeks,
the Angels Juice.
As it slides from my tongue, to the back of my throat,
she tightens the knot at the end of the rope.
She then covers my eyes, tells me to count out loud,
but it's a taste, I long, to spit from my mouth!

My mouth drools, the thought of no rules,
with you feminine scent, capturing cruel intent,
her skin glistens with sweat, fastening flesh,
she listens to me, dismissing my pleads,
I am hers,
to do with as she needs!

So convincing, the look in her eyes,
narcissistic, watching herself in mine,
I believe in her lies, she tells me she loves me,
staring the devil in the eyes, while she roughly rough's me,
then gently rubs me, she is the one,
enriching the ugly!

Tag my heart with graffiti,
you come f*c* me then leave me,
on the surface you're so prude,
underneath so kinky,
so dig deeply to the real you,
now sting me with your voodoo,
been thinking of something new we could do!

She says she's a teacher,
her helping hands better the world,
I have two things to teach her,
turn a woman to a girl,
at its best skin is flesh,
the burning feels great as we turn night to day,
I learned my lesson & I'm,
figuring I'll handle well this time...

''TRAP DOORS''
AUSTIN J. FRICK
AGE OF REASON IS NOW
2-2-'12.