When I see her in that dress, I must have her.

Her body sublime, radiating sensuousness, sexuality.

“Resistance is futile” she whispers quietly.

My eyes follow her every movement.

Each sway of her hips.

The magnetism of her lips.

The invitation of her eyes.

She knows my failings. 

My weaknesses.

When I see in that dress, I must have her.

Only she can sate my hunger.

She alone can satisfy my voracious appetite.

My innermost being is uncontrollably melting in her presence.

She has won.

I can’t fight her presence.

In that dress, I kiss her.

Her seduction complete.