Supernova

She gently bit her bottom lip,
Glanced enticingly at her pen & took hold of him.
She was in total control,
letting the rich ink gently graze her as it spilled from its tip.

The words fell from her soul;
Verbal seduction.
Oh how that pen danced fluidly, flawsomely
and ever so comfortably in the grip of her right hand.

Her eyes were lost amongst the morning's mist,
For those looking closely - just for a second.
They were a window.
A quick snap shot of her wildfire soul.

A soft ray of sunshine sort of bounced off those mysterious emeralds of hers.
It's reflection, a steady beam of wanderlust & curiosity.
Her off-pace rhythm was endearing,
and you can't help yourself.

You let her hungry soul capture you.
That soul will spellbind you;
hold part of your imagination hostage
forevermore.

She is as at one with that instrument as she is with herself -
Stripped back, naked.
Her hands have this ability to tell stories that heighten your senses.
That leave you longing for more.

Look at you, dreaming of her releasing that grip;
Holding you firmly in it's place.
Drawing you closer, awakening you with a close breath on you neck.
Her fingertips taking rest on your chest.

She sees you close your eyes for a second, yet
all you see is her lips.
That smile of hers.
Those lips you've had a thousand conversations with.

Sharply & without warning, your mind races.
It repeats the want for her.
The need for her;
The heat of her breath in your mouth.

She has set alight every receptor that was buried within you.
And you grant her to because, you've never known someone quite like her before.
So with your eyes, you unbutton her shirt.
Let your mind explore her for an hour or two.

Without saying one word;
She's worth everything you've been going through.
You're craving her skin, pressed softly against yours.
She can do things they can't do.

That soul song of hers has without doubt magnetized you.
She's in your head.
And there is only one of her.
And you love every awkward bit of her.