She

She walks with his fire in her eyes
She roars him in her ember tress of hair
All reflect his heat between her thighs
She closes eyes to hold glimmer of her midnight lover there

She rolls her hip in rhythm of his sex
As memory thrusts each purposeful step
She holds herself to feel his touch
She Ahhs as her palms become filled by her breasts

She lays and strokes to moan him in her breathe
She longs to feel his sweet apon her neck
And with patchouli whiff catch of his scent
She finds her climax and his spent