Walking through a dim lit room,
light momentarily shines through her dark hair
eyes flicker and turn, catch your stare, then move on.
wet lips smile.
On her return to a table of friends with drink in hand
she twirls, her short black dress lifts exposing tanned
She stares across the room, stopping time.
Again her glance captures my eyes.
jewelry on her wrist and neck sparkle.
sex on legs you think before finishing your drink, neat.
You rise to head in her direction, trying to capture her
No luck, you pause and smile before moving on.
A man of sophistication, intelligence, ruggedness.
Charm to be turned on, a tailored suit of rarely fails
a belt full of notches.
A night to be started, a morning to be shared.
Apart, from her friends she stands,
her drink to her mouth
she has sensed the man heading her way,
her web woven and baited.
A lair to be shared, a morning to wake to….. alone
Tonight the ritual has begun early.
Her needs to be filled.
Dressed to kill, blood red razor pumps,
Victoria’s Secret barely below
The night is about to be,