An Invitation

Whore-red lips, plumped, pouting
Baby-doll lashes flutter and flirt
Dewy-wet doe eyes say “fuck me, slowly”
Lusty arousal colours her cheeks

Skin scrubbed, shaved and oiled
Smooth as a new-born, kissably soft
Hair salon styled, sleek and glossy
Falls in ringlets framing her face

White lace cradles bountiful breasts
Teasing nipples peeping through
Minuscule thong hides hungry sex
Hot and slick, deliciously wet

Torso draped on mounds of pillows
Pure white linen, petal strewn
Vintage champagne patiently waiting
Scented candles, softest music

Chest heaving, longing, needing
Breathing shallow, desire deep
She smiles as a man appears in the doorway
Her husband, her partner, her lover.