Cool Electric
I see some beauty
riding in your eyes,
like waves on an ocean,
skin on your thighs.
I feel some passion
running through your veins,
like a wild fire,
searing, beautiful pain.
You seem so playful,
dancing in the breeze,
wind pushes your dress
way up past your knees.
I know you notice
my smile and my stare.
You grin back at me,
promise to take me there.
You flash a look,
it’s cool electric.
Seems so innocent,
and yet so tantric.
You play the good girl,
demure and sipping wine.
Only I know what’s coming,
that the tiger purrs inside…
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