Shaking hands at the doorway,
I was introduced to you.
And ember sparked ignition
to a flame that is brand new.
Such erotic beauty,
that my eyes are hungry for.
All my senses now alerted,
as you walked across the floor.
I smell your fragrance as you pass by,
I do not want to stare.
But these stirrings deep inside me,
are more than I can bear.
You sit and look toward me,
cross the distance of the room;
our eyes are touching softly,
while I hear exotic tunes.
Your dress outlines your body,
so inviting to my touch,
to think you're with another,
is but a thought too much.
Your skin smooth and sensual,
so enticing bids to me,
my lust now held as prisoner,
is begging somehow to be freed.
The room is filled with people,
but it's only you and I.
I've let my dream take over,
to fuel this flame inside.
Your inner thigh I'm touching,
with just my fingertips,
Moving up so easy,
as I brush your heated lips.
Our kiss turns now to passion,
savoring lover's wine,
I must sample every flavor,
offered to me from your vine.
Beneath your dress my fingers,
softly slowly glide.
Slides along your silky skin,
forcing out a gentle sigh.
At the place which had been hidden,
from my wanting view,
I touch your moistened entrance,
that holds your morning dew.
You arch yourself up to me:
the invitations all I need.
I trail kisses to this flower,
which is now inviting me.
I probe all your being,
for a taste that cannot wait.
Savoring this banquet,
lingering in this wanton state.
I slip away your panties,
and free your evening gown.
You lay before me willing,
to explore this love we've found.
Taunted nipples with soft kisses,
while I ease between your thighs.
You wrap your legs around me,
as I push myself inside.
We begin romantic rhythm,
growing faster with each breath.
Holding with our tightened muscles,
to this pace that we have set.
As the climax nears it's ending,
I'm shaken from the thoughts of you.
By the idle chat of business,
by someone who has no clue.
That I was loving at this moment,
a lady so divine.
The wife of this intruder,
who talks business all the time.
If he saw you through my eyes,
he'd be somewhere else tonight.
Like in your bed of love,
sampling all of your delights.
He rattles on so clueless,
Unaware of all your charms.
He's out talking business,
when he could be in your arms.
I'd take you at this moment,
not another second spent.
And quench this flame now burning,
too hot for me to vent.
Your beauty now is wasted;
Your but his captured dove.
If we could be together,
we'd be making love.
Not talking senseless schemes,
to people who don't care.
While this beauty sits alone,
across the room in her chair.
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