Her lips were like a red rose blooming as she smiled,

And revealing the thorns that were hidden within the

Ruby red cover.  Her pallor gave away her secret, as

Well as added to the mystery of her soul.  But it was

That well formed smile that would pull in a man’s

Lustfully burning soul.

At first, it was her curves that attracted his gaze.  Glassy

Eyed fool, taken in by such voluptuous imagery.  Her

Bosom called to him from across the room, and the

Perfume of her captivated him.  He was on the move …

She caught his eye just then, noticing his movement

And the desire that burned behind his eyes.  Like a

Spider within her web with a caught in her trap, she

Moved ever closer to the corner of the room.

He wanted her, wanted to rip off that dress and caress

That pale flesh and ravage the woman.  The urges that

Began to rise up within him were apparent, at least to

Her for she gave him that seductress smile that made

All men melt beneath her gaze.

Even if it were in the back seat of a car, or stretched out
upon a sofa somewhere in a dark alley, he did not care!
The only thing that filtered through his mind was feeling
her hot wetness pulsating against him. He wanted to
feel each tiny tremor and contraction of her as she crashed,
wave after wave of utter bliss.

She felt his lust rising as he moved ever closer, his stride
was smooth. A waiter wandered by, tray in hand, and she
took a glass of champagne as he passed. She stood there,
silently with glass in hand. Then, with a little grin and a wink
of her eye, she dipped her middle finger into the bubbling
drink.

Now, he watched this delightful and erotic motion ...

Across her ruby lips that finger did slide, slipping within her
delicate little mouth. She treated her finger as if it were
a lollipop of sorts, and then winked a second time. She felt
her body moisten as his eyes pierced her form. Then let her
thighs rub together and spread the slickness around

People crowded around them, a blanket of warm flesh

Where elbows rubbed and brushed against her breasts.

This caused a searing fire to rage through her already

Heated body.  Her eyes caught his again, they beckoned

To him, her siren song singing in his head. 

She braced her back against the wall, its coolness no

More detracting from her heat than a moth’s wing

Might.  Her mind reeled with images of him, of his hands

Gliding across her flesh, probing her most secret of places

That radiate with such fire.

She wiggled again, her body pooling with nectar within

The heat.

Through the sea of people he moved, slowly, cautiously,

Determination to reach this delicate flower, his prize.  Her

Thoughts reach out to him, they cascade with events of

All night passions and the relentlessness of the fever that

Burns deep within them both. 

He reached his prize!

Her scent intoxicated him, bathed his pores in her sweetness

that radiated from deep within.  How he wanted to dive into

her pool, swim within her and drown.  Her musk drove him

into such a frenzy, he could barely maintain his composure.

How he wanted to lap up the nectar that flowed from her

blooming flower.  He cared not about the crowd of party

goers they mingled amongst, the only thing on his mind

now was her. 

She smiled again, and winked.  Again she wiggled, letting

her thighs rub together, enjoying the flow of passion that

slowly dripped and collected upon her flesh.  His thoughts

of dessert caused her to surge all the more.

The party fell away as his fingers caressed her cheek.

He pressed against her, letting her feel him through their

clothes.  Her legs gave way ever so slightly and the heat

there made him moan softly in her ear.  She let her hips

meet his, wanting what lay beyond the garments.  A soft

suggestion whispered in his ear brought his hands to her

ever moving hips.

Slowly, he inches the skirt of her dress up, and goes

to his knees.  He inhales deeply as his lips come to

meet the bare flesh of her budding flower.  She sighs

as his hot breath floats across her glistening flesh. 

Fire explodes as his lips meet those nether lips of her

womanhood.  Skilled he is, as his tongue deftly delves

into her moist folds, then caresses the smooth skin that

surrounds her throbbing nub.  He flits his tongue against

that pleasure button, causing her to flow upon his lips.

He drinks from her fount, lavishing her with love and

consuming every ounce she has to offer him.  Yet, he

can feel her body pulsating, pushing to the edge …

Not yet!