Seduction of a Poet
She slips into my presence
as I sleep, or think, or breathe;
to kiss my lips without a touch,
with movements of fluid ease.
I sense all that is woman
by her femininity;
she is my heart's desire and
all the passions which so please.
With my rough hands at work
or the taste of honey sweet;
the fragrant flowers’ bidding
will be an aromatic treat.
When life's music is a love song
and her voice a melody,
do I add another stanza
that could bring her to her knees?
Her loveliness does consume me
as I sense her soft request;
visions of her beauty
bring out my very best.
My fingertips are longing
for the touch of silky lips,
or to glide upon the shoulder,
over breasts or waist and hips.
I close my eyes again tonight
and listen to erotic pleas,
as my memory takes a journey
of the words she evokes with ease.
I let my longings take me higher
in the fervor of her song,
may the medley of her sultry sighs
be the drive that makes me strong.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2021
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