Seduction 2

With my left still clutching the shirt
My right hand
Nestles comfortably
In the delicate curve
At the small of her back
And I step forward

She attempts a step back
But has no room left to move
And finds herself being
Lowered gently onto the white sheets;

We pause a moment,
Eyes dancing,
And mine can’t help but survey
Her barely clad form;

I lean inches from her ear
And growl low:
‘My bunny has one last
Chance of escape.’

Wide-eyed,
She bites her lip and
Shakes her head;

I shift my hand beneath her knee,
Cradled
Between my thumb and forefinger
And lay my lips to her thigh
And begin a descent
Of slow heavy kisses
Till I breathe
Barely an inch
From her tender dewy mound

I barely breathe:
‘Last chance, bunny’

She holds her breath,
Silent,
Offering me nothing
But a lovely
Nervous smile