My leather lipped woman
With the elevator lips
With electric boogie
Swinging from both hips
She’s a galactic comet
Who’ll suck love from my waste
A bitch who sweats sugar
So pure to the taste.
Her face shouts Picasso
As she paints elegance and grace
Yet her mouth is full of vile anger and race
In the eyes you see lands no longer on Earth
With animals & stars riding forever since birth
An anaconda heart that bites so fatal
With a body so devious you just have to cradle
She my leather lipped woman
Nothing can change her
Not that I want to
She’s my little angel
*© Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009
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