Bell

Our entwined bodies crisp the satin sheet
Perfume and cologne sweeten the pungent sweat
The little bell on my bracelet
sings in harmony with moans and growls
like kittens playing on a lazy Sunday noon

man and woman nude lying together
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I am yours

I have written this lyrics and kept searching for someone to inject music to make it a trap or indie pop song. It is like two pieces of puzzles and I am only holding one of the them.

 

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When the night falls…she wakes electrifying
Waiting for her master’s calling
No name no pain this game, or is it a game? Is it a game?
When all chains, shackles, silk, feathers and leather…. Pleasure intense that’s what she is after…woo oo oo oo
When the sun comes out…
she’s walking zig zag…zig zag……
cos she had a wild night with her prince…she’s walking zig zag..zig zag….
……oh oh oh as mad as it sounds….
he owns her….he owns her…in total surrender.

 

Tulip

You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray

I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom

The Ridge

grinding my lips onto yours
with ocean scented mist
your shallow breaths are laden
urging the waves to come
tide hunger for the shore