Sheen of leather
Fitted tight
Black and shining
Catching light
Stretched and twisting
Over curves
And
Holding in
So close to bursting

Touch of lace
And naked legs
Tendons flex with every step

Watch her as she walks your way
Shantung swish as her hips sway
Inviting up your mesmered eyes
Sitting near as her skirt rises

Close enough to feel her heat
Knowing what you want to see
Casting out her silken lures
Hinting at what could be yours

Whetted for what lies ahead
Spun in tightly
To her web
And what you thought
Is not
Instead
Exposed 
Is her hourglass of red.