by
Bruce Derby
You are a lady,
one that is mystic,
she gently puts on her black lace
and says, "Sometimes you need a little magic."
She saunter across the floor,
towards me,
arousing every inch of me,
Making me want her more.
She comes closer to me,
closer, closer she comes
without tounching me.
Her scent
driving me crazier
with every gently move,
making me simmer for a kiss.
She makes you feel like
a first love again
that is full of passionate
kissing and fondling.
This poem was publish in Twilight Musings
by International Library of Poetry
pg. 3