Temptation packaged in a dream beckons
you like a symphony of desire,
lures you to the sweetest surrender.
Seductress I am called, toying
your heart like a child at play.
Knowing this, still you sacrifice
body and soul for my pleasure.
I feel your attempt to distance
yourself from that which enslaves
you, to freeze the flame that
burns within for only me.
Even as you pull away, the
words you don't speak whisper
your secrets telepathically.
The sway of curvaceous hips atop
tawny thighs holds your gaze captive,
as you drink my silhouette in slow
sips.
Your eyes, the color of molasses, cannot
hide the intentions, bordering on obscene
that flicker each time you look my way.
Shamelessly provocative you find me,
still a sweetness lurks beneath
a sweetness you long to cultivate
if ever sanity returns your thoughts.
How you long to be the one who
brings that out in me, all the while
stumbling over the limp bodies of
those who failed before you.
Subtly seductive gestures distract
you to the point of delirium.
The deliberate slide of my tongue
between the soft pink of my lips,
turns your thoughts to visions of
your own tongue slithering through
a similar blush.
Heaven knows I should be ashamed
of wielding such power over you,
of admiring how easily you fit in my palm,
or encircle my finger like silken string.
Your attempts to resist inspire me
to find new ways to claim your
will for my own.
Temptress you call me, but I do not mind-
if just to be the heat that wakes
you in a cold sweat or
that spark dancing on your nerves
when my bare skin touches yours.
I am she who steals your strength
freeing you of cumbersome inhibitions
inviting you, enticing you
tempting you beyond limits.
RLT �2000
