Gently undulating crimson liquid,
held by long fingers, languid
As I place my cold hands on her bare back,
she is shaken, not stirred.
Mascaraed eyelashes whip me
As they flutter in soulful symphony
Lips quake and tremble
the words tumble
I know not from,
Intoxication or Infatuation.
I hang onto her every word,
Unspoken, I am enamored
Like the torquoise teardrops
gently swinging from her ears
I flop about and meander.
I see unseen ( or so I think),
her bosoms thro her martini glass
heaving undulating
her sighs, my gasps.
Our eyes lock in passionate desire
fanned by a warm fire
pulse racing, tsunami waves
I surrender, to my hearts 'Quake.