WARNING: EXPLICIT!

Chanel

I knew I’d score
Twenty quid
Of lacy satin
Smoothed all over my
Body Shop buffed
Plump and sumptuous
Derriere
Two lips rosy red
And two lips
below
Anticipating bonjour
Avec
Un homme nouveau
A new man

I hadn’t met you
Before.
You saunter in
Atmosphere as thin
As an emaciated
Promise
Your glass cut eyes
Hue as blue as
A summer sky
Reflecting
I want
To
Fuck you

Our lips collide
Movie moments
Tongues entwined
Two bodies
Forced hotly together
For the first time
Passion in
The firing line
And your hand
Feels just fine
Just fucking fine
Sliding below my panty line

Fervent fingers flirting with
Fantasies
Don’t rush now
We’ve many moments
In time
I like this furious fire
Within my loins
Moist panties
Slick with the juices
Of ‘I haven’t
Been fucked for
A long time’

I love the sonorous slide
Of dampness
This dew of lust
Kissing my ears
As his fingers
Kiss
My soul
And I want
To be fucked

But not yet

For this day
L’homme
Mysterieux
Will wear my scent
On his expert fingers
Like I am
A perfumery
Like I
Am
Chanel

©2020 Sarah Drury