I met a temptress in a blue dress
She approached me slowly
Then sensually rubbed her hands on my chest
My heart rate grew exceedingly
Tried to play it cool but as she pressed up on me
The heat in the room increased
She leaned in and like a vampire
Bit my neck on veins and pressure points
So perfectly precise it made my knees weak
Damn, how could I become her slave so easily
Lost all will to fight lust and control over emotions
The mixture of heat and passion melted ice immediately
A prisoner of pleasure to a beautiful ebony goddess
The need to escape but the want to stay
My good decisions were overridden
Her beauty and touch kept me blinded
And never were her intentions clouded
Perfectly clear from the start
It was almost as if she reached inside my chest
And directly poisoned my heart
“Lay with me, stay with me” She says
As bad as I know that I need to go
I’ll ignore the caution signs and pull her close
Welcome the warmth of her bosom
Explore parts of her being that was previously unknown
I’ve knowingly opened Pandora’s Box
Figuring it was too late to turn back I push further
She scratches the skin off my back
No attention paid to the pain
Two beings interacting in the least bit passive manner
Passion and lust expressed with dominating fashion
Only to be brought to an end in sudden climatic state
To be followed by the silence of unknown fate….
By: The Poet Q
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