A Vixen on the prowl

He is so unwavering but she makes him weak
As she teases and taunts him with her romantic mystique
Though he tries his utmost to resist her spellbinding one whiff of her sweet scent sends his masculinity unwinding

There she stands in her sexiness like a vixen on the prowl
She has snared her rusty red fox with his wantoness growl
He looks unbreakable, eye-catching, powerful and strong as she goes in for the kill she has waited so long

She oozes voluptuousness in that red silk, scanty dress and he yearns for her passion and her feminine caress
So they miss small talk out and they don’t waste any time as it’s back to her boudior with a victimless crime

The moonlight creates sensual shadows on her bedroom wall as two bodies entwine in a rapturous enthral
A pair of perfect strangers enjoying each other thinking only of themselves there’s no room for another..