Thursday, December 15, 2005

Savage Seduction

With straight hair, dark eyes and lace along her breasts she'll seduce you. Purr in your ear, rub along your legs, your body. The sweet smell of her will drift into your system until she's all you breathe, until you can't breathe any longer. She'll make you jealous, drive you wild, make you crazy. For her.

With diamonds in her eyes, in her hair (on her fingers, around her neck) you'll die for her. She'll slip her hands beneath your layers, pull you out. Make you feel heaven. For once. For always. Her lips are full and red and she'll place them on your neck. Behind your ear. Slipping out sighs and sweet melody moans. Down your chest. Down your hips. To your lips again. You won't be able to contain yourself.

And then we can call it love. Then we can call it loud music and crowded places and secret smiles the whole world can see.

Then we can call it dancing.

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