Ice Queen

Ice Queen
with finger tips so cold
Ice on your lips
Hands on her hips
Icey kisses on your eyes
Sweet like butterflies
No denying what you feel
What you feel is real
The warmpth Sweeps away
As the Ice Queen pulls
You into her icy depths
Your tempted by her forbidden fruit
Crying and clinging to her body
No shame in playing this game
Hands touch, eyes gaze, lips meet
Her body quivers and shakes
As your hands search her frame