She beckons him towards her with a finger and a lick of her lips,
She purrs out his name as she grinds her hips,
Her arms pull him closer, holding him tight,
He leans down to kiss her on this curious night.
Once too shy and too self conscious, she strips off her clothes,
Then works seductively on his, which when finished she throws,
She looks at him hungry, her eyes filled with lust,
He shines and he glimmers,
Touching him is a must.
With a lick of his lips he looks her up and down,
Surprisingly, she doesn't hide, but flaunts to astound,
And once he is speechless, to turned on to care,
She pressed against him, tangling her hands in his hair.
She kisses him wildly, he responds with a groan,
He does things with his hands that cause her to moan,
Then without warning, she pushes him back on the bed,
He thinks she might leave, but she gets on top of him instead.
This curious night, when she has no reservations,
When she let's go of her shy ways to give into temptation,
Is not caused my magic or something from above,
But simply because of one thing; she's in love.
December 1st,2008
To my love, always
Emily E. Mehigan
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LeaveThePieces: I like it. This is good : ) on December 02, 2008 11:23 PM
