She

She has a certain way that she walks,
Saunter
The way she moves her hips like so,
Draws me back to those passion filled nights,
Watching her walk to the edge of the bed then kneel,
(So full of raw sexuality)

She has a certain way that she talks
Whispers full of eloquence
Saying all that she wants to do to me in my ear,
Promising to make good of her word,
An unstoppable flame in my chest,

She has a certain way that she touches,
tentatively
So lightly you'd barely recognize she was there,
All her experience comes rushing out
She's making good on her promises.