RUSSIAN ROULETTE

She excites lust
like a foot raises dust.
An epitome of perfection;
she enforces an erection.

She's not a prostitute.
But she has an attitude
that castrates my composure...
a perfect picture of pleasure.

She has the face of a child.
But her beauty seems so wild.
On her smoothness sails;
a perfection that can't fail.

Blessed with peaceful eyes.
A stare will definitely suffice.
Armed with structured lips;
lips with succulent tips.

Skin so spotless.
She's born to impress.
She's a Russian roulette;
there's no beauty in her bullet.