Little Soul Poem by Grant Lovell

Those curvy hips,
Soft words that make me love.
Those tasteful lips,
Make me fly above.

The bittersweet taste,
Something I can't waste.
Its the way you tease.
The way you make me bleed.

Your eyes giving me beautiful lies,
Wide smiles to make me go wild.
From your caress, my heart will rest.
You got me right where you want me to be

Twisted around your fingers,
Where the lust lingers.
I have absolute no control.
Swimming in a fish bowl, my little soul.