Deliciousness and Viciousness

Deliciousness and viciousness all rolled up into one.
Decisiveness and righteousness and the fire of the sun.

I’m speaking of a vixen, vile hot and strong.
I must be in trouble now for I’m fixed into her song.
Indecisive on her feelings she reels me in where I belong.
So intrusive and inclusive she is ticking like a bomb.
I am a tempter for adventure and she wants to play along.
She grasps me with a gaze and pulls me in the fog.

I know I’m in trouble now because I can’t see where she is.
Could she be the sweetest thing or is she going for the sting.

Her eyes are sharp and deadly and her laugh is soft and heavy.
And I’m surely satisfied when she finally says she’s ready.
But the sad structure of the story is bloody bruised and gory.
And the sad fact of the matter is she leaves me in the morning.

Familiar am I with power pain and beauty.
And of course I have taking courses in surgery and solitude.
And if you want to talk sales well I am selling like a prostitute.

I’ve seen several scenic sides of infatuation in my time.
Love potions vast like oceans and been crushed by all their tides.
And exactly like a river I quiver back and fourth,
As slivers of my dignity delve for the floor.
As slivers of my dignity just die in this war.
As sliver of my dignity just want a little more.

I’m feeling like a masochist wishing for a kiss,
But maybe I’m a man and it’s just the movement of her hips.
But honestly I’m petrified of feeling like a bitch.
For this vixen that I’m speaking of could easily hit the switch.

She’ vicious and delicious and I’m tempted for a taste.
She’ serious and silly and I’m tempted for the chase.
She’ vicious and delicious and I’m tempted in her space,
to take the pain of chance and grab her by the face.