You slip between the sheets of my verse, back high, lioness ready to pounce upon her prey.
Your naked beauty unfolding as does foam nestling between each wave.
My blood courses with the sight of your every contour.
Your painted nails lightly graze up my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine.
I rise to the occasion at the mere thought or your intentions.
I grow in anticipation of your next move my queen, for I am now your pawn.
Your soft moist lips engulf my desire as my daylight turns to darkness.
I am powerless, helpless, hopelessly succumbing to your bewitchery.
You touch me more than any other, deeper than mere flesh and bone can contain.
I pour myself out for you, I am yours, now, today, tomorrow, eternally.