Woman of passion
Scorching like a raging forest fire
With the smooth touch of silk sheets.
Kisses So tempting
Red lips like hard candy
Injected with sweet endorphins.
Black, that dress,
Entirely lace like every stitch was premeditated sin,
Evoking sweat from it’s friction
Eyes, almost emerald,
Gazing at me like a predator,
Well, Tigris of the dance floor, enjoy your feast.
