Gud’nEvil
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
It’s the taste of blood in a kiss,
the reek of love barbecued in passions heat.
Tender hearts skewered and basted with sexual sweat.
Rare, bloody rare, medium succulent sweet
or well done and burned on the soul.
Somewhere between the Devil’s kitchen
and God’s culinary delights.
Fingers stew between the sighs, in the nectar
between the thighs… finger lick’n good.
It tastes of chick…. Not chicken.
But degrees of sin, holy sauce, cold to HOT…
And messy… good God… the devil in a Sunday hat.
Mouth watering goodness served delectably evil,
Don’t…. STOP!… Kiss me there… my precious…
Get on your knees and lick me…
Ohhh my Gud’nEvil…
My rainbows spanning from heaven to hell.
A cowboy on a whirlwind, Dorothy’s panties in a twister.
Can’t have one without the other… sunrise… sunset…
Gud’n Evil, Gud’nEvil… Ohhh my Gud’nEvil.