Little Black Dress

A zipper trails the crest of my back, if opened what is seen is sure to distract, curves of a language more dangerous than Bolivia, dark enough I can't see ya, once you cross a certain point no turning back, let me do ya...one better. Cutting no slack to the letter, don't go down to the crack, up until dawn, is this where you belong? This and many questions that can't be ignored, nothing short of being adored, don't be so torn, let me adorn....no Miguel, roll up and over, no shell, just a rebel...for once in ya life, don't be shy but let me warn you, I may bite. Sleeveless arms, wrap them around that part, that keeps me warm, caress my temples, back dimples, don't get confused, this...I...can be nimble. Don't be quick, candle wax down your stomach, this might stick....no needle but it might pinch.The stench of romanticism and body heat, turns to scentsy like smells of peach...cobbler it ain't Thanksgiving, but you can be a gobbler....walking no strait lines straight wobbler, no Vic....might have you coming up for breath til you sick, straight stitch, ER line stacked thick.  No journey is absolute ...Vodka,  I prefer Ciroc, sir rock with me, all lace, see through, round 2...