Sitting slyly perched within
The silver strands stretched tightly
I’ve woven this silk for you, my love
Come lounge here with me nightly
Your gossamer threads cannot hold
Your liquid words won’t bind
I’ll sit with you for just a spell
Then leave your web behind
Of course, she whispered soothingly
Here, rest in my embrace
Through half closed eyes he watched
As she moored him to her place.
Call me, she urged, then felt her skin flush red. Had she really batted her eyelashes coquettishly?
Out of character, out of her league, but her outrageously raging hormones won the day. Even now,
Decades later, she cringes at the memory. Hoping at least that he’s forgotten her flirtatious
Demeanor. Maybe someday she can laugh at her fumbling, mumbling attempt at seduction.
Oh girl, she laments, Whatever possessed you? Age brings wisdom, but ponders regrets.
A bottle of Cabernet
Fuels anticipation
Fragrant candles lit
Gentle kiss, just there,
Measured strokes invite delight
Touch of velvet skin
What would you offer
For one night in tender arms?
All the world’s riches
Praying for Eyebrowz 