Body beautiful

I've been...dreaming for this, seducing this, fantasising for this, soul searching your body chords that tingle.
Sharing your voice all over the world that mingle.
Finding secrets through your body figures of Playboy magazines that excite me.
FHM magazines that recite every eye candy I envision.
And Maxine looks like (wolf whistle) HD.
Your body is the dessert cream pie I want for dessert secrets.
Dessert spoon turning Victorian sponge cake fantasies like pornographic visions.
The dessert of whipped cream pie on rock nipples hard as Rolo.
Or the body as the milky bar as Sara Jay.
And I can trace your curves through blue velvet covers.
Munch your belly button like it was Ferrero Rocher.
Blue dreams washing those briefs off.
Push up bra giving that Sisqo vibe in your Lingerie thongs.
Love making is like cookies and ice cream.
I'll be the ice cream truck, and you can be my delighted splendid customer.
I'll come over and scoop you up from the pavement.
With flavours you couldn't possibly resist, making you my Strawberry Cornetto.
Your body is like the Cabury's I bought from ASDA or Sainsbury's.
You put a price tag on your tender loins I can't possibly put my hands on.
Curves filling lusting deeds I would do to you in the Devil's bed.

You keep your body closed in jackets in cold moments.
Not to reveal your inner beauty, cos your heart is snowy like December.
Your outer beauty yells out, she tells you "don't, do not reveal your inner nature to the world. They'll laugh at you, mock you till you shrivel like a rasin...it's embarrassing."
C'mon Ms Panther, release your freak of nature, your inner grizzly, your inner being that allows you to be free from these handcuffs.
Free from society's perception of another celebrity clone Christina Aguilera no fan would marry.
Just be by your side for your looks in make up.
Attracted to artificial appearances. 
Would they fall in love for your natural beauty, or dump you in the middle of goodnight sex from foot fetish?
I never exhausted your body for sex.
Even though I do have to admit it's quite tempting.
You do need to get some pleasure out of my lips, I've saved for someone special in my life.

Let me be the Boys II Men lover.
Sing you the melodies I'll Make Love To You.
Close your curious eyes release you from depression and insecurities you keep yourself locked in prison of doubt, and loneliness.
Let my fingers drive your hair fuzzy.
Your body cringe with anxiety you missed touches like this.
Touches like the number one feel for my finger chronicles.
Closeness when I sleep with you tonight.
The cuddles after our love making breaks virginity vows.
The bed closer than midnight windows casting nightmares upon sheets covering our shame.
So please, please don't deny your dangling breasts.
Cups that fill your milk size jugs.
Don't deny the woman you are.
Don't deny  yourself, or destroy yourself through industry demands.

Because I'm only saying your body is popping like champagne.
Banging like fireworks.
Let's have a toast.
A celebration for body beautiful no matter what others say.
You'll always be my Creme de la creme.
My Snickers of satisfaction.
My Munches of mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm, my Galaxy.
CRUNCH here I am Venus.
And my Twix lover of two because I want you.