Desire to Touch

Like Fire and Desire, when I see her I instantly drift into admiration,

An instant love has been blessed into the atmosphere, and I am well aware.

When she struts, her hips move side to side, her poise is true perfection.

Her slightly slit red dress flails behind her and her catwalk is armed to the tee.

Oh how she, this woman I see, gives me the desire to touch.

I try to remain calm and show that I'm a gentleman, by opening the door for her,

Thankfully, she recognized.

She smiled a bright sunrise smile, that rapidly blinded my soul.

She had me in her clutches.

I had her in mine.

After seconds of just gazing into the possibility of love,

I told her I wouldn't leave without her number,

She laughed, and put it in my phone.

Her giggles made butterflies flutter inside me,

Like my body telling me, this is the laugh you will forever desire to hear.

So I went with it.

She went with it.

Oh how she, this woman I see, gives me the desire to touch.

I can usually hold my composure, but this woman was a grade A prize that needed claiming

I gave her my room number just in case,

She wanted to escape and get some space,

Thankfully she did.

Her knock at my door encouraged me to treat her like royalty,

I took over her body with kisses, and my lips met every inch of her smooth skin.

I experienced her and she experienced me,

And now that same woman still knocks at my door every night, wearing a different color dress.

I guess,

She can never fully satisfy her desire to touch.....