The Temptress

The sun glistened off the beads of sweat that had begun to form in between her breasts. Even lying there she looked regal. Every part of her body posed. I lost myself as she cradled a deliciously ripe white grape in between her teeth. It was of wonderful contrast to her cranberry lipstick she wore. Eating fruit like some Egyptian queen. She held a delicate yet expensive looking glass of red wine in her right hand. it suited her, red was a color of victory, love, and passion. I knew she had been watching me despite the careless look she wore. Like a lioness stalking her prey. The wind just had to blow her lengthy chocolate curls which always drove me wild. It was like a scene from a movie. With all her sophistication she still had that wild streak in her. I was never able to tame her. God how i wanted her now. To make her submit, coo and laugh at my jokes like regular women. She was strong it was what I loved about her. Sometimes she was too strong, what could anyone do with a women like that, sexy, sweet, and aggressive. Everything and absolutely nothing at the same time, if anything I would be under her control. A person would be powerless to resist her will. Her sexy white sun dress contrasted tastily against her caramel skin. I bet she smelled as exotic as the disorienting vision she created in my head. She just sat there sprawled out over the lounge chair by the pool. She was waiting on me to make the first move. Should I even give her the satisfaction of knowing I was under her spell.

The Temptress

hiresholmes

Melbourne, United States

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