Puppies

I laugh when they call me intense,  
As if they know the depths  
I have to give.  
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,  
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,  
allorubbing, weaving,  through his skin.
 
He's intoxicated, caught in my  
sway— Not many men have the  
strength to say no.  
I grab his card,  
swipe, swipe, swipe,  
Do you want me?  
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,  
I see the hearts glow.
 
What I bring is more than  
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,  
a present aglow.  
Some call it witchcraft,  
a spell I cast, But I know  
It’s simply me, Tapping into my  
feminine energy, A force that  
bends the very air.
 
Puppies walk sideways,  
tangled in lust, I seize the leash,  
control it, they give me trust.  
I hug their soul,  
something deeper than sex,  
A connection far beyond the flesh.
 
And when the swipes are done,  
When my power’s fully spent,  
I release him, stumbling  
from my touch, As if he’s been  
Lost in my current,  
Finding the rhythm,  
the right vibration—  
A dance that leaves  
him forever changed.