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Mistress of Seduction

Poetry By: Michael68

She plays the game so perfectly, becoming the object of men's desires, a sex object....even though to me she was so much more.

Submitted:Feb 26, 2012    Reads: 766    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

She moved with such seduction and grace

knowing that her beauty enchanted my heart and soul

to the point where I wanted to embrace

the passion which she would offer to me

even though she had not said a word

of her true intentions.

Every sultry curve off her body was perfection

like a dream come true

to free the desires within my soul

and bring forth such affection I have longed for.

The soft, sweet touch of her lips against mine,

the feel of her bare skin pressed against my body

as she frees the desires within my heart

letting us act out all that I long to feel with her.

Within the soft candle lite of the room

as our bodies move to the positions of the Carma Sutra

I feel myself reborn into a paradise never known before

into the fiery passions of our desires

that normally never were even thought of.

Skin against skin

as our bodies join in perfect unity

riding upon the crests of the waves of our passion

letting noting between us be impossible.

Till finally, our bodies our are spent and weak

and she walks away from me

turning and looking at me with a playful grin

as I realize what we shared is nothing but just a moment.

For a moment I thought she would be my mistress of Love,

but now I realize

she is only a mistress of seduction

letting herself be an object of desire

that she was willing to share with me tonight

that I shall never forget.


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