Again she’s wearing lovely dress,
No matter what’s the label.
Her ways can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.
Her hands are trembling a lot,
Her voice betrays a little.
But, nonetheless, she wouldn’t stop,
She wouldn’t want to quit it.
She knows the game and plays it fine,
A breach is not allowed.
Distracted though with every line,
Goes on to read aloud.
And as she reads, the story goes,
And more she grows excited.
There is the truth, she only knows,
But know, she does exactly.
Her every breath and word alike
All bring it so much closer.
Could not resist it, couldn’t fight.
With pleasure eyes are closing.
She’is pulled apart for quite a bit,
As culmination nears.
That depth she’s never had, indeed,
Her eyes are wet with tears.
She’s almost there, wants to get
That special thing she’s after.
As there is nothing to regret,
Her voice explodes with laughter…
Again she has that lovely dress,
One couldn’t see the label.
Her style can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.

The scent, the feel, the touch-
No chance to wait that much.
Sincere, deep and strong-
No way to wait that long.
No need to be explained-
It’s all in blood and vein.
Much more than words can tell-
The charm and magic spell.
So pure and divine-
It couldn’t be confined
To scope of time and space,
The beauty, trait and grace.
As though has always been
Acute, astute and keen.
The sense, the look, the feel,
At times it seems unreal,
But glance of smoky eyes
Resembles paradise.
And somewhere deep inside
I know — this is my ride!