Kinetic emotion, climactic release

She’s old enough to know, choose what she desires

She craves the dramatic, obsessive affair,

Where she’s its main star

She explains she’s tempted by feminine form

A compulsive attraction for well-formed breasts

That’s Jessica; pixie dust, electric shock

Short, black widow hair.

She’ll seek clear, gentle eyes, clean, painted sharp nails

Her smile disengages, her glance sizes up

Hidden energy, possible partnership

Before she decides

Whether this one is perfection, her best yet

Remains her secret ‘til she touches the flame

Her lovers are women with je ne sais quoi…

She likes to say that

There’s a certain technique she insists works best…

She’ll look askance, lip between crooked teeth,

Slides warm hand down accepting arm to hip, then

Quick, careless tongue tease.

She’s a purring cat that bites before you’re done

It’s not that she doesn’t care, but she’s still young

Words are baubles, playthings to use, as she needs

Catnip or barbed whips,

She admits her lust for focused attention,

Youthful desire for joined sexual tension

But to give up the hunt, stay home in webbed bliss…

Sixteen’s still too soon.