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)