The mischievous look in her eyes,
The curve of her bum leading down to her thighs.
Her painted toenails, the perfect arch of her foot,
Her delicate hands that spark when I touch.
Our tongues entwined with passion and grace,
Her black jumpsuit, covering lace.
Her confident walk, an entrance with flair,
Eyes follow with envious stare.
Hands held in an unconventional way,
And our fingers dance a quick ballet.
