Into the Arms of Desire

Off the train stepped a goddess; In four
inch heels and black net hose-
Her full sensual lips; Painted the
color of a blushing rose

She was all woman; Her attire,
hot leather and cool lavender lace-
Every heart skipped a beat; Then
surged to win the race

Her hair a dark auburn; Her
eyes; Feline green-
Her voice; soft and sultry;
Her body lean and mean

Every eye paused to watch her;
just wishing she were theirs-
She removed her thigh length jacket;
her shoulders; succulently bare

The sidewalk became her alley;
as the crowds parted way-
For this Queen to stroll before them-
into the arms of a man named Ray

Onlookers sighed and moaned;
as smoke took the place of fire-
"Darlin', Won't you be mine? Then...
Ray walked away with Desire

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

Lisa Hilbers
2/11/2006