" The Smoldering..."

There exists a smoldering
Just beneath the blueness in her eyes
Waiting to devour my reluctance
While her intensity becomes a sensual surprise
And the moisture on her lips
Accenting the boiling hot nature of her lust
Her lovely countenance
A disguise
For the readiness of her sexual desires
And the need to pour her soul
Into my most primal instincts
Driving my manhood into ebullient readiness
And the hypnotic stranglehold
She wields with the strength of her femininity
Finally forcing me to succumb
With the ease
And the skill of a paranormal puppeteer
She saunters into my nakedness
And lavishes her smoldering kisses upon me
Which lift my essence
Into sexual oblivion
And leaves me panting
And begging
For more
Of the smoldering.....

For:  Cherie  ( my smoldering )

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)