Flesh full lips upon skin of satin silk,
roses peaking on mounds of soft cream milk,
skillful seduction is the temptress ilk.
A touch, a caress, a brush of a feather -
mapping the curves, swells, and dips to the nether.
Beneath the surface a storm brews and tethers-
to my soul as I gaze into your eyes,
glimpsing the gateway to heavenly skies.
Lips set a blazing trail of butterflies.
A sigh, a moan, a gasp- music to the tempter,
filling the growing need of the hunter-
prowling deep in the mind of a lover.
Passion reigns to the heartbeat of thunder.