Mistress.

the way she walked so fiercely, moved so smoothly. he longed her.
he's mesmerized, blood rushing with lust.
she's the type of woman a man is afraid of.

I know she sees me looking, watching, studying her every move. she knows what she wants and I'm willing to give. She's the type of woman I left my wife for.
She's dangerous but I stopped living a long time ago and I need company.
I haven't touched in a while and she's looking at me like she wants to risk a dance with the devil.

We danced. We haven't said one word but we let our movements speak for us.
Our hands traveled, traced, grabbed...our bed sheets sounded like music, our moans were spiritual rituals.
She took me between her legs and my soul gladly gave up, I want to make her my voodoo queen, she can take whatever she needs.