Fay Slimm.

The Journey Continued.

 

 

 

The Journey Continued.

 

I fell for the catch that day and at last
thought I knew

how to vamp my way through

 
to his masculinity.

 

But the road to bewitchment dangles 

its glamour in stages and baits

with wily enticement.

 

I needed the skill of a siren  -- - so

might I will him to muster attraction 
by standing close and tumbling
wafts of fruity-fresh shampooed hair
into his aura to show

the guile of my female nubility ?

 

If I sat at his table would he respond 

to a casual unbuttoning of top and
the offer of cleavage ?

 

Why not engulf him with gusts of my
fresh minty-flavoured

hot breath ?

 

Or would pouty-lipped tease
blown into his visage be enough to

heat and charge up his libido.

 

But did I question too much to assess

what was to come next ?

(to be continued)