Ice Queen

I am not meloncoly or a snob . Just shy and demoner. I am not phychotic or frigid. For a fire smolders below. I am not a witch or an ice queen. You must coax a pearl from an oyster. When you wade in to the waters of my soul. Gently touch that no-name place along the jawline and the neck. Worry your lips upon mine Kiss me so soft so enflamed with passion that the ambers of that fire lifts from a dark place inside me. Trace the outline of my neck with soft touchs of this velvet. Use every part of yourself to request that sacred gift. Take you hand and paint the outline of my body with the ease and grace of a painter upon his canvas. Coloring my soul with oranges and yellows, hues of desire. Raise the hair on my body with you drawing heavy breath. ' Nibble earlobes, bite my lower lip. For there is a direct connection from "a" to "b." Watch me as this gift is unwrapped inch by inch, devour my every move with you eyes. Let my coos be music to your ears. Touch my silken skin which you crave, as an addict never satified. The scent of my womanness the taste of my desire is feast offered to you my king. Show me a tender hand in this time we share. Allow me to drink you up, parched thirst never quenched. Still think that I am an Ice Queen... Come hither and I will show more.