She twirled her fingers around those long golden curls.
She knew she had his attention,
Reeling in his fascination.
Come closer, let me pull you into my desire.
Pulse tickling in her chest,
Thoughts of lust, leading to urgent need.
Slowly and deliberately she leaned just close enough to ensure her alluring scent, Saturated his air, notes of jasmine, vanilla and coconut.
It was her signature scent.
An intoxicating melody,
The heat radiating off her breast, an inviting warmth that could be felt.
Her body spoke of pleasure,
He was intently listening.
That dress hugged every curve of her body and he longed to explore every inch.
Thoughts of pleasure, pain and complete ecstasy consuming her,
A warmth rushed through her body and leaked at the possibilities.
She stood, leaned in closer as only a whisper left her lips…
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