INSATIABLE

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He wonders what she hides behind    
that mischievous smile, and the      
crescent wile of curvaceous skin.  
 
The little black dress that shows    
what's hidden from within, and artful    
hands that tender its sin,  
 
of how her eyes can melt his soul,    
black gems that glitter, flash and burn,  
and make him yearn for tangled limbs.  
 
His lover's mouth with its hunger,    
insatiable until it's done.  
 
Her body's desire renders its pureness,  
oiling his with her serpent's move,      
slick from the whiteness of him.    
 
Moonlit gleam of heavy eyes, a shudder  
and a rush of sighs when a tongue curls in.  
 
Her grin, and the joy felt within by her  
lover's unexpected turn;  
 
to start the kiss anew, to rise again and  
quench her needy thirst as the cycle repeats  
 
till passion wanes and lulls them in      
a slow-motion sleep.  
 
Where did that little black dress go?  
Her dreamy smile won't let him know,  
 
though the setting moon will take a peek  
with notions of its own.  
 
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