Seduction

You stand there with your hips -

light as wings, nimble as a tongue,

I can almost feel my hands

as they run along your soft skin,

like running my hands through water.

You stand there with your breasts -

pushing firmly against the bondage

of their warder, your selfish top,

they yearn for their moment in the sun;

I don't think the sun would mind!

You stand there with your legs -

long and smooth, as magnetic as they are

they're merely a gateway;

no, don't get the wrong idea girl,

of course that's not all I think about.

I love when you give me that look,

your half-cresent smile beams

with suggestions even I have not thought,

your eyes emilate me with that glance,

that amused un-innocence.

And your lips, still in a smirk,

I can still taste your lipgloss,

smell it on my own lips,

I can't resist as I return again

to that warm embrace of tounge.

I grip your soft ponytail

as I guide your moist kiss.

I bite your ear and hear

your telltale moan -

wanting, needing, submissive -

mine.