Allure

Allure



The curtain of velvet night parts
on your countenance shining so bright.
Your beauty overwhelms all my senses;
I'm drawn, like a moth, to the light.

You are aloof in your cold beauty,
poised in thought, as you're standing there.
I am lost in the promise, unspoken,
as I gather your scent from the air.

You are bound in a form so enticing
like the fabric that holds you within.
As I gaze at your outward appearance,
I know in my heart there is sin.

Your lips, slightly parted, are tempting.
There's a passion that awaits to begin.
How I long to feel them against mine
as I explore all the pleasures within.

In my mind I see each button undone
as I taste of your skin so sweet.
As I slowly undress you at leisure,
how I revel in the warmth of your heat.

The soft welcoming feel of your breasts,
as they find freedom from cloying restriction,
start the fires that will soon consume us
as we give in to pleasure's addiction.

You turn and I look in your eyes,
I approach but before I've begun...
On your lips are the words that I fear:
"You're not my type, I'm a lesbian."

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Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome.

Ken