Smoky whisky lips
tainted
seduction
bliss
eyes meet
blinding stare across the room
heat
searing
everything around
fades to white.
Panther grace
low grumble
rumble
felt through the beat
stalk towards
tension felt
sexual thunder
fall beneath
lost to you
lost within you
from the start.
Grasp my chin
aching
lips yearning
body trembling
pulled in for a kiss
tongue traces
lips sensitive
whimper
wanting
I am yours.
Subtle dance
sweet seduction
words
lost to you
in you
baby always
I am yours.
©March 8/20
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