A Phantom of Delight

She was a Phantom of delight,
gleaming upon my first sight,
a serene Apparition into the night,
a moment's seduction, any man tonight;
 
Her starry eyes of Twilight fair,
recessive sunlight brightening her dusky hair,
she draws herself with a ravenous flair,
darkness overwhelming, pheromones in the air,
 
voluptuousness in shape, a view I’d readily pay,
teasing, spread eagled, she’s ready to play,
angelic haunts, to startle, and way-lay.
an aged spirit, youthful woman, ain’t a demon to slay!
 
her passion defined motions, so light and free,
always with the steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance, an abundance, a radiant skin, physically carefree,
sweetness of her sweat, accentuating the scent of her moist pussy,
 
A creature of sexuality, oh fuck she’s good,
for a mortal man, her embrace simply creates the midnight mood,
disappearing sorrows, talented in the animalistic wiles,
with her passionate love, kisses, tears, embraces and alluring smiles.
 
And I get to see with my eyes serene,
hoping that she resonates to the very pulse of the machine,
transforming into a sensual being breathing the sensual breaths,
I’m a traveller, a beast, constantly fornicating between life and death;
 
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
mesmerizingly charming, she’s with Medusa’s will,
a perfectly shaped woman, every moment is nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, to arouse and to continuously command;
 
And yet a kindred spirit so bright,
with pleasures of demonic  delight,
sinful bodies copulating in serenity,
convulsing violently, devil’s kiss of insanity,
 
overwhelming lights, no longer at sight,
throbbing blood rush in the darkness of the night,
hardness and wetness battling the dopamine might,
electrifying rhythmic senses, she’s the Phantom of Delight!