Alass, flirting has become a lost art, I say," Bring It Back!"

Your eyes undress me and then drink me in,
Without a touch, our bodies begin to blend.
Your strong manly hands reach to caress flesh consealed by silk,
Your gaze invisions mounds, the color of milk.
Your touch awakens slumbering buds, that bursts forth and bloom,
The fruit is ripe and ready for you to consume.
Bedroom eyes look deeply into mine,
They smolder with desire, causing sensations so divine.
Flirting, the spice before foreplay,
Causing heat and arousal to display.
You lean in and place your lips just inches from mine,
To tease and arouse is your design.
Then you swoop in and whisper your desire,
Against my lips to set me on fire.
Your wayward tongue glides around,
Causing sensations so profound.
Your hand slides up my thigh, then curious fingers creep,
Zeroing in on the spot they seek.
I sigh with pleasure on orgasm's brink,
Then with a knowing smile, you give me a wink.