Tip toes she does, into my abode
Stepping in delicately, sans any rush
A single glide, through the silk
Now she stands, portraying on the drapes
A figure of beauty, essence of ecstasy
A source of radiance, image of poetry
Stringing on her lightly, a delicate thread
of temptation
Her loose gown, flows down menacingly
Concealing little, yet hides it all
The cloak of a mistress, the bodice of a
lover
A sight of pleasure, taste of desire
A fountain of sparkle, noise of Angels
Closer she steps, each one a glided
performance
Enthralling me for eternity, scintillating
each moment
Like a petal falling from a Rose, whisking
in the air
Her locks wave behind her, dancing to a
tune
A signature of perfection, moment of
elation
A writing of romance, painting of summer
Crouched on my bed, a look of seduction
defines her
She teases me sensuously, taking me further
And then throws me back, more with pleasure
than touch
Now atop me, a devilish smile appears
A statue of creation, light of Creator
A ray of winter, touch of fear
Dancing on her lips, a sparkle on the red
Something on those curves, a secret to be
told
They part now to reveal, intentions that
are cruel
As one hand covers my eyes, blinding me
from vision.
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