Sylphlike Poem by Richie Branner

I catch her movement on the floor
Alluring sway of gyrate hip
Bewitching eyes transfixed on me
Teasing finger on her lip

Melodic harmony sets the stage
Caught in web of mystic trance
Chase begins of flirtatious tease
Advance game of wanton dance

Imagine touch of her fine mane
Through my scope I can undress
Hair locks silky moist entangled
A honeyed body to caress

Cunning harlot of the night
With tasteful edge of sleaze
Like a princess of the darkness
She'll entertain you if she please

She rests her toes upon my thigh
Tantric pleasures spark my mind
Nibbles, kneads and poking
Perfection pure and kind

The way she holds the glass
And sucks it through a straw
A touch oh so much golden
It will leave you wanting more

The bee so needs its nectar
And pollinating the sweet flower
I'm hooked upon addictive drug
Insatiable quenching power

Inviting tongue inside my ear
She breathes whispers of desire
Mental chemical equations
Lubricious vibes of fire

Bodies blurring into one
The sylphlike creature purrs
I wake up soaked in morning sun
Was that impression really hers?