My mind
Lingers to the the thought,
And then
the sound of just your name.

My make-Up?
Red lips shine from the sparkle
Lips glossed
And sunlight shinning threw

My long nails buffed and painted
red matching my beautiful lips.

I whisper to your ear “I love You”
In my mind the softness to the sound
Of each
Letter to your name.

My honey flickers down
I want a taste your lips.

“Stroke me”
I hear you say
“Pull my hair”

The feel of your tounge
Into my flower
The subtle flavours sweet tang
Of this
I was enticed by
My Own
sweet taste on your lips.

Let me be your own Femme Fatale.

Let me be your reason why…