After Hours

hips at a slow roll

the way it moves in motion as

a whole

never a word

just a gentle song, I continued

to observe

in the center of the room, my undivided attention

killed my previous state of tension

such an attraction, curing my mental satisfaction

quite a show, she has a shine

that sparkle and glow, so brilliantly fine

a reflector off my mirror

as I patiently await, the time draws nearer

I'm like fireworks waiting to explode, there's magic in the air

she's nearly exposed

she proceeds forward in quiet steps

with every step made she took my breath

she approached the bed in a slow glide

feeling's indescribable, many emotions inside

swapping soft touches

handicaps my heart, leaving it in crutches

hormones at a drum roll, ectasy begins it's toll

firery passion in romantically fashion

eyes so warm, a class act with charm

stacked and equipped, so seductive

rolling her tongue around her lips

candles begin to flicker and seem to remain steady

the smell of cherry and wicker

it's after hours

so good and ready[/i]