I whispered

“You are like an ocean;

I am intrigued by your surface

the beauty of your waves

Your calm and your strength

But I shall not fully know

the treasures below

which are the true essence of your soul

until I dive deep beneath.”

~

“Sir,” she said

“Your voice drips of molten sex

that sets my sweet thoughts

ablaze with firestorms of lust

Do I strike you as your type of girl?

I think you sense a silent need

pulsating within my world”

Whilst I play with my storm of curls

You reply with a knowing smirk

and led me away

led me astray

Until I'm screaming,

“Make me Your woman tonight.”