A Vision

Truly a sultry vision in white  
my eyes can’t turn away  
with these wanton urges  
little else holds sway  
 
Not when you slowly take off shoes  
showing off the pantyhose and legs  
I am captured by sexual intrigue
how much do I have to beg?  
 
A look on your face as if knowing  
my lance is ready and able to go in  
when our actions are completed  
we can call it a win-win  
 
The boa traveling over your body  
as my hands would like to roam  
don’t be surprised with you my muse  
if I create a heated poem  
 
Parting can be sorrow  
but trigger images lacking pain  
when in need draw on our intimacies  
smile in orgiastic pleasure and say a name