The Seduction Arcade

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

the curve of your neck

the sound of your name

the arch of your back

and hints of flesh

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade


the red of your heartbeat

the smell of the sheets

imprints in the bed

footprints in the sand


the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade


whispers in the air

the touch of your tongue

the heat of your skin

silk in your hair


the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

water on your skin

lace across your body

leather and feathers

the textures arouse

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade


the colours of lust

the setting sun

the eclipse of your heart

and tears on your cheeks


the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade


the rise of your breasts

the mist of your breath

like mist on the moors

it doesn't have to make sense

still you turn me on


the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

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