Her Mouth Is A Trap That I Can't Excape From Poem by James McLain

My eyes are glazed as her trap ingulfs,
Her mouth, a labyrinth where my desire she holds.
Words cascade like a seductive stream,
Entwining my thoughts in a sensuous dream.

Her lips, a siren's call, my will they bend,
A dance of passion that seems to have no end.
With every syllable, a spell is cast,
My toes curled up in a desire so vast.

In the maze of whispers, I lose control,
Her mouth, a trap where fantasies are held.
Inside my head, lucid dreams such as these I can't control.