Seduction Addiction Poem by Israh Sadan

A seduction addiction
a predilection
to tease,
And please,
If you're willing to taste
the tip on my tongue
warm and welcome,
the edge of my nails
slow but eager
on your naked back
drawing you deeper.
Will a little bite
make you gasp?
Pure mischief I giggle
as my hips wiggle
and watch you lose thought
expression wrought
the control you sought
is all worth naught
Just relax, let me do
what you know you want me to