Not ordinary
Rousing in a trance of artistry
encircled in a morning kiss
shrouded by a halo of bronze hair
and arms of milky, ivory caresses me
to the bone.
She flutters her hips back and forth
blanketed by shades of sun.
I beg her to come to me and fuel me up
with her warmth.
She’s so bewitching and she knows it
there’s a sexual blush to her face-
that makes me hard and possessive
to draft her skin.
She is far from ordinary
everything about her vocalizes-
of intimacy but I long to absorb her.
Bathe deep in her beauty
and claim her as my own.
She boosts her breasts with both hands
and teases her nipples with her fingers.
My body itches to reach out
and remove her hands
and coast my tongue along-
the cleft of her breasts.
She kneels on her hands and knees
and she moves up my legs
and sits on my chest.
Her lips in a sly smile
as she enfolds my hardness
in her hand.
I exploded in seconds
collapsing to the stroke
of temptation once again.
Rousing in a trance
I search my room for her
but she is gone.
The enchantress has crept away
and advanced into day
far away from me...
