The Temptress

Oh such beauty before my eyes,
the sultry curves of your naked flesh,
sparking the flames of my desire.
Watching your hands
move slowly up you thighs,
so alluring, so sensual
that I can not resist what I see.
Feeling the strength of my passion building inside,
wanting to show you all
that I long to give you.
Watching as your hands
move over your sultry flesh,
such a affectionate display you perform
as your lips smile
knowing what it is doing to me inside.
But you do not let me,
as you make me sit there in front of you
watching as you please yourself.
Knowing that I can only hold back for so long,
before my desire takes control of my actions.
Those fingers moving over
the glistening petals of your flower,
back arching as you moan out my name.
How I want you so much,
to feel myself inside you.
I am bewitched by your lustful temptation
and the display of your self gratification you perform.
Knowing you are enjoying this,
that it is bring you pleasure for the moment,
till you tell me to take you.
Yet, I know not if I can hold back much longer,
the burning of this desire for you ready to erupt.
Wanting to beg to make love to you,
to feel myself within
the warmth of your womanhood.
All I can do is wait for you to tell me
to take you,
till then I will hold back
for as long as I could.