Eat Me

The woman lies languorous
long stretched limbs hinting at perfection.
She doesn't need to do anything
or be anything
to be desired.
This she knows.

Long dark hair falling like night
across her shoulders
she has combed and brushed
this fantasy of men
until it flows like rivers.
Her breast lies hidden
in folds of suggestion
shallow breathing lifting and shaping
with just enough outline to draw eyes
and stiffen the resolve of men.
This she knows.

Her long dress falls into the folds
between her legs
the secret valley inviting enticing
unknown yet oh so known
to those who find delight and fulfillment there
who need to be taken in and trapped
in heat and moisture and
warm wet desire
for this is her place
her centre
her feminine core of all things woman.
This she knows.

Her long slim legs
casually crossed
speak of power and entrapment
and a hint of mystery.
They are a guide a signpost
up up to heaven.
Dainty feet display painted toenails
inviting lips and kisses and tongues
with eyes cast up in adoration
and worship.

This woman smells of sex
of feminine
of female
she carries the scent of ravishment.

Her eyes say come to me
come closer
feast on me
eat me eat me eat me.