He felt my eyes burning into his skin
The agile moving of my hips took his mind on trips
To intimate spaces in dark places.
My smoldering fire made his face flush and his body perspire
The glide in my stride sent a fever up his spine
It was then, I knew he was mine.
His lips parted and sputtered out a short, controlled exhale
This male was shook with one sly look
Do I try? Or pass him by?
I flirt with the possibility of maybe
Yet don't entertain the certainty
I'm a woman that lives for the hunt
Don't mean to be blunt
But I abhor easy prey; no whore
I take my time
Dropping pick-up lines isn't my forte
Nor my favorite type of foreplay
If you want to walk this way
I need a reason beyond what you say
There are many reasons why I depart
Yet the art is finding one to make me stay