The Passion of an Erotic Woman

How do you describe slow, erotic passion?
What words can you convey, after a fashion?
Can you taste it like a glass of red wine?
How deeply felt, when you cross that hidden line?

I shiver when she whispers how she desires me.
Feeling it from the look she gives, for me to see.
Her bare toe drags with each determined step,
arouses my body with all the memories I kept.

Each footfall, a slow drum beating in my chest,
her silky robe parts, flashing me her full breast.
With the next step, her body is hidden again.
Only her touch can make my torment end.

The heat of the room bubbles into view on her skin,
occasionally breaking free to run down wet and thin.
Her body sways like a sultry weeping willow,
leaning back, placing my head on the soft pillow.

Strutting defiantly closer, glimpses of her nudity,
Her body like a song moving to beat musically.
Legs apart, robe spread, allowing me to see.
Nobody can do what her body does to me.

Settling her gaze on my body, down between my legs.
Leaning down, parting lips, her moan because she begs.
Like soft, wet silk, her lips drag up my shaft and stretch
Sucking tightly, making her mark, that she tries to etch.

My hips lift in response, hurriedly, to give her it all
placing her hand firmly, humming her seductive call.
Unable to resist, pumping my cream with my hips,
filling her mouth, she takes it all, and licks her lips.

Displaying her prize, thick and creamy white,
sparkling around her tongue, glistening in the light.
Swallowing slowly, where it joins all the rest,
a single pearly drop drips down to my chest.

Quickly, she mounts and slides my length inside,
all in her pool, the only place I wish to abide.
Grinding balls deep, her hands claw into my chest,
I place one hand on her hip, the other on her breast.

Her back arched, breasts pushed out, head falling back,
Whimpering moans of desperate lust through the crack.
Feeling her inner muscles so tight and clenching
Throwing her body forward, orgasmicly wrenching.

Wrapping my arms around her body in my embrace,
lips kissing, cheeks brushing, face to beautiful face.
Twisting her around to claim her from behind,
thrusting deeply into her sanctuary all enshrined.

One hand on her neck, the other around her waist,
Panting and moaning for her body I crave to taste.
She is the embodiment of my eternal desire.
Walking across a red sky, she fuels my only fire.

Rolling around until we face each other, sitting in lotus.
Biting her lower lip, daring me to take notice.
Her exhaled breath, hot and curling the mist
All of her desires for me, too many to put on the list.

Final climactic release, she is all I can see.
Nobody can do what her body does to me.
Eyes together, bodies locked, we are done.
This is the passion of my erotic woman.