Until you lean in closer
See the reflection in her eyes
Mirroring your wanton self
Drawing away slowly and shyly
She turns her head slightly
Her gaze still fixed and intent
Knowing that you will follow
Her buttocks swaying gently
She ascends the wooden staircase
Pulling you like a puppet
Without even needing strings
The trail of perfume in the air
Drifts into your consciousness
Arousing you even further
As she stops to turn and tease
From head to heels she’s a goddess
You trace her in your mind
Hoping to remember the moment
For later and perhaps leaner times
With her long blonde hair
And her lithe young body
Clad in white French lace lingerie
It’s no surprise she’s already taken
She hesitates for a moment
Then giggles while you hold your breath
Reaches out to hold your hand
Leads you up the last few steps
In the bedroom, you kiss passionately
The crushing guilt replaced by impulse
As she pulls frantically at your shirt tail
And you hold her soft body close
Her innocent smile has all but gone
Replaced with the anticipation
Of abandonment to her one-time lover
For that was the agreement
