Candy apple nails sparkle as you walk sauntering in your slick tight fitting satin skirt, diamond glitters around your triangle of life.
I catch your glance as steely ice blue eyes peer over downturned sun glasses.
Spiked stealthy stilettos steal stoic souls as man is smitten by your prowess.
Confident, not arrogant, I stand to your test of resolve, responding in like fashion.
Your satin flows, wiggling rhythm with each tapping step to keep my gaze fixed in man’s stupor falling in love and lust with each look into your eyes.
Cat like reflexes as taunt body moves seducing and reducing me as a cat does a mouse.
Fallen prey once again, I smile in that coy fashion that holds your attack.
My chin slightly down, as shirtless tan muscles flex and move in sequence with motion of your breasts.
Your nails exposed as if to rip flesh from my back and rake candy apple fire across my soul.
Seductions ritual played out between lovers beckoning to be on top riding the waves of sunset until my horizon meets your sea in orgasmic color.
I catch your attack, arms draped around chest holding your lips to mine, securing Priestess perfection.
Embraced in lovers stand sharing oxygen meant for one as two bodies, two hearts, two worlds join as brush strokes the canvas to color the first painting of our life.
Words written by hands trembling and whispered softly in your ear resonate gently through bodies now hot by the shared sun, sacred wind wisps subtle hints of rose hips around my face.
I taste the sweet pea lotion at the base of your neck as hot breath holds fast and hard against the satin that covers silken red panties.
Passion fruit tasting lips send out a darting tongue behind my ear waiting for legs to weaken and arms to lose their grip.
The evening is young as I let down your hair and run my fingers around your curls releasing the scent of apples to mix with the aroma of rose and sweet pea.
This total engulfing of two twisting souls each realizing needs long put away, covered in sand and crushed shells of millions of living creatures, prow the motion of each crashing wave, gently rocking in rhythm and harmony as blue eyes meet blue eyes, curls to curled bodies.
Feminine prowess holds capture the sunset on the horizon of the sea as you move with cat like symmetry pinning shoulders to sand as I shudder under your rapture.
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