Ramblings of a mind: my poetry

Her hair
The scent of her shampoo trails behind
Leaving him breathless
Wondering
Anticipating
Is there more?
He just wants to run his hands through
Touch those...
Whatever she does to those amazing tendrils;
Of ebony; brown
And maybe, just maybe

Her eyes forever imprinted in his memory
He craves
All the possibilities he sees in them
Transfixed
Almost immobile
But just for a few seconds
He's hooked
See more?
He has to.

Ah, he can't get his eyes off
They're glued
Just below her slender neck
Can't look lower
Can he?
Maybe
That piece of material
Revealing just enough
To tempt;
To tease;
To excite;
Still hidden

She needs precious room
Those hips
enough to drive him wild with...
She sways and he can't help but follow her lead
He's on the brink of toppling over
Can she not help him?
Nah.
She doesn't want to
Her aim is to seduce

Long legs
Encased in smooth caramel
Sweet to the taste
Smooth and burning to the touch
Oh!
I've got it all
He can feel her confidence oozing
Wanna have some fun?
Very bold too

And at the end he thinks of those sweet pink lips
Too late?
Uh uh
Almost missed them, he did
Damn!
And when she's gone
He WILL remember
Enticing
Enough to drive him crazy
Thinking - feel her give in to his caressing
His every demand
Drawing every taste out
She turns, walks away
Gotcha!