Phrases just for Her

You can only look at her and get tongue tied
 as your mind
 gets mangled
 That girl over there in that short skirt
 wearing those black
 thigh highs and garters, along
 with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.

Oh, and when she smiles,
 simply sexadorable.
 A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl.
 The sensuosity
 she exudes, the magicalicious
 way she crosses the room.

It’s not fair I tell you.
 No simple mortal stands a chance.
 For they are all in thrall.
 Pupils dilated to drink her in.
 Lips wetted just in case of a kiss

Let’s not forget,
 her charmtrap of a stare,
 dark eyes that scream you fucking
 better be aware
 Because I’m here,
“I’m always on when I’m out, and you
 look pretty cute,”
she almost seems to whisper
 just to you.
 Even though you are nowhere near her in
 the room.

She’s got a confoundous amount of play
 in what that grin directed
 might say,
“Hey, I spy with my little eye,
 a guy I might let take me for a little drive tonight.
 but oh,
 does he even have the key, let alone the gas
 to get me there where I need to be?”

I jingle my keys as the
 bojangle in me wants to bodangle
 with you in so many delicious
 ways

I take your hand and lead you
 home, climb the stairs,
 and close the door.
 The stars are forgotten
 as the man in the moon seeks
 to peek in my room to learn a
 thing or two of what
 I am about to do to you and
 for you.