A Calculated Seduction
Her curves commanded the room, but her mind conquered the one who resisted.
I wore the dress with just enough give to entice, The kind that makes bartenders drop their measured pour; The fabric slips between my thighs like melting ice, While patrons' mouths go slack, their thoughts turning impure. The silk clings wet-like to my skin with each breath drawn, As I stride forward, my hips a pendulum of lust. Men's hands twitch restless, bodies tightening till dawn, Their crotches strain at what they...