A woman is seduction, her gaze to control of movement of every inch of her flesh.
She knows how to caress from a distance with rolling fingers that say come here.
Lashes out against a mans will with only the darkened flicker of her painted lids.
Rolling hips as she walks away and demands that he follow with only a glance back.
A woman is a temptress, who can turn his harsh words into want with soft whisper.
Sliding down her, his only thought is to taste the sweet nectar and to feel her silk.
Taking all desire for riches and control to focus his hardness in the warmth of a sip.
A woman is power, to make mad with passion and want to hear her say his name.
From the way she touches tongue to lips, just to moisten the words she speaks.
To the glance at a thought she hides just under the beauty she does little to contain.
A woman is need, for a man that longs for nothing more than her to be his own.
© Jeph Rants
