t i f

t i f

My feelings for her, I should not mention.
It doesn't matter, they all see how she holds my attention.

Whenever I picture those deep dark eyes
along with her body language, they hypnotize;
caused me to kiss her stomach and thighs.
Don't ask me those questions, I won't have to tell lies.

Like a feline beside me on the bed she'd purr.
It wasn't the vodka, I was drunk on her.
Her features so slender, so sleek and exotic.
Her demeanor so tender, so meek, yet erotic.

The subtle cries that she made as my lips touched her hips,
not even trying to catch my mind as it slips.
But at the height of the moment, it was her call,
and she saved me from myself, after all.

Then why were we there? Why did it feel so right?
So I can sit and wonder, night after night.