In waiting

She'd call me up and talk normal.
Distracted at times and then bust out laughing.
Out of no where she'd mention that I am sexy.
Then giggle again and claim she was joking.
One of the most flirtatious tarts I've known.
I never got the chance to be too forward with her.
This lady wanted to eat men and spit them out.
She enjoyed the hell out of playing with her food.
Found myself at her over sized doorway a time or two.
Layers of curtains would let a soul see.
Vintage everything including her walk away.
A savage she would wait and tenderize me.
Her body hidden to anyone with no imagination.
Sway of hips and the silhouette of form.
Nothing would arouse like the scent of her melon lips.
Speaking into my ear in a whisper she taunted.
Leaned her body cantilevered over mine.
Tense her grip on my thigh as if to balance.
Fingers slide to show there was no need.
Tempting beyond control until my hand moves.
My grasp takes hold and force takes over.
Her giggle would return swallowed by lack of breath.
Control and domination hers and love the play of mine.

© Jeph Rants