Seduction by Mistress

She walks through the hollows
Of tortured woods laid bare
The trees bending to her fantasies
Their contortions relent at her sight.

Her sweeping motions call unto him
Not begging, but offering
The indulgences of a woman's fair
The intentions of a Mistress' divinity.

Intending not false hopes
Though at first her fairings seek to tease
And draw upon the desires deep within
Released through outward metaphysical sin.

The temptations of a Seductress
Laid blatantly on a forest's earth
A gamble not, for she knows
Her lover will follow the supple sanction for the comforts of her breasts.

The silken fluidity of her movements
A cloud-like aura not to be misinterpreted
She comes as she came from morning's window
The fusion of her thoughts into seductive prominences.

The spell of her craft
Flagrantly thrown to the winds
Drifts to his wanderings
Releasing the secret desire.

With effortless simplicity
She talks to his fears
The driven shame and madness, breathless and floundering
The nature of his beast within.

Her dance of seduction
Flourishing in foreboding circumstances
Calls and bids unto his charms
Reaping the savage desire drawn to his extremities.

The animal taken the brink of self acknowledgment
Disposing all thoughts known as explicit
The mind races as rapid pulses beat
The Seductress will do him no harm.

In quiet exhilaration
She displays her menu of delicacies
The response of his lighted expression
Burgeoning in her ample temptations.

Breathless and wanting
The gap seized and made to close
Spontaneously gripped and ravaged in dulcet exchanges
Secured in the essence that is her play.

The closure of their tide
The seeds set free from within as Earth's own
Resplendent as is their rapture
And they hear the winds' fervent cries.


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