She is lost in the poetry of her body
The sensual touch of her hand
A nice beginning
To the loss of her man
She closes her eyes
And drinks in her scent
Knows that she'll be satisfied
When her passions are spent

She traces her cheek with a feather touch
Sucking her baby finger between her moist lips
Letting her hands find their way to her desire
Involuntarily she raises her hips
Smiles into the empty hotel room
As her heat begins to rise
Lost in the poetry of her body
Forgetting his lies

Lost in the poetry of her body
Motion within

© Shadowmyke 2000