It’s in the ark of my brow
in the flick of my hair
it’s in a smoldering look
approach if you dare
it’s in the moment we meet
and the words that we share
in the touch of our skin
exposing us bare
It’s in the arch of my back
in the curve of my hips
It’s in the deep red of my nails
and kissable lips
It’s in the heat of my skin
and the blush of my cheek
it’s in the words that I whisper
ones I dare not speak
it’s in the shape of my legs
and the reach of my arms
It’s in the way you can’t resist my come hither charms
it’s in the ripping off of my clothes
in the quickness of my breath
it’s in echo of my sighs
it’s a metaphorical death
it’s the meaning of life
a whole-body production
It puts a smile on my face
the fantasy of seduction