Leopard heels tap on the floor board.
Black lace stockings designed to thrill.
Those thighs send chills up mine,
curving inside.
Divine is her dress;
short to impress.
It flows up with each stride.

My eyes deny what is underneath;
moving past her hips, up to cleavage-
Two full cups of sugar I want to borrow.

Delightful is her bra;
a matching black peeks through red.
She looks so warm;
Lip gloss worn, gleaming in the light.
Quite luscious on her lips-

Her fingertips caress them,
feeling for a tongue.
Her eyes, an invitation for fun.
Caramel pupils dare me,
I am ready.