Tempting

She approaches
Ferociously,
A lioness on the hunt,
Backing me to the wall
With fire kindling in her eyes

She presses against me,
Grinning wickedly
As she feels my desire
Firm against her belly

And she leans in,
Claiming my neck
Like Lee’s Dracula,
Calculated,
Certain to leave marks

She finds my hands
And tangles her fingers between mine
To keep them from straying
Before she deems time,
And so holds me there,
A most amenable victim

Between her nips and licks
I catch a soft laugh on her lips,
Knowing she must relish
This delectable torture,
Stoking an inevitable wildfire

And then,
Her tongue taps her lips
Like steel and flint,
And she whispers in my ear
Sparks,
Before releasing my hands
And backing slowly
To turn and walk confidently
With a beckoning finger
And a hypnotizing hip-sway

And I follow,
Entranced
And voracious…