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The Psychic Seduction
I strut into the club, looking like an erotic artists photo
feeling your stare, the hairs on my neck catching the vibes
but I am blind, from the damn glare outside
so I take off my coat, comfortable with an audience
kissing my friends hullo, being swept off my feet in hugs
someone hands me my drink, lights my cigarette
to keep my impatient attention, I tango with my best friend
sliding, dipping, leg around her waist, laughing hard
I finally catch your gaze, but you are miles away
your face is red, eyes piercing, even thru half closed lids
letting me know, where your naughty mind is going
unsure I am your target, until I see one brow rise
maybe its the stiletto heels, that bind your eyes
or the shapely legs, or my bum in this snug black skirt
with the 'what the fuck' slit, up my long right thigh
there for my tullip tattoo, representing my love of the new
you would think a woman who wore a black leather corset
should be more aware of its allure, but I am not
I never notice the longing stares, at the black ribbon ties
dangling enticingly, against my backside, just so...
from across the crowded dance floor, exotic music thumping
you send me cloudy messages in your searing endless stare
they are making my knowing blood, start to simmer anyway
my friends are jealous and teasing, but I don't care
as I walk over to you, stopping only scant inches away
knowing that I had better see devotion in that passionate gaze
scenes of dark hard kisses, mouths open wide, rush into my mind
the red scarf you have, to bind my wandering hands with
up all night bumping and grinding on the cold kitchen floor
in a crowded club, in the darkest corner, on a pool table
ravishing me against the wall, the instant I walk thru the door
cause it is tuesday, and you couldn't wait one minute more
as we start dancing ever closer, arms entwined, eyes searching
I can see the images you are sending me get clearer
you devouring me, fliping me over and back again
but we are past embarassment, as all real lovers are
so I decide to send some fantasies of my own design
fingertips running thru my imagination and my blonde hair
hot soft tongue licking, teeth biting my neck undoing me
my long fingers rubbing your g-spot, till your heartbeat thunders
we are now running down the sidewalk, to your waiting car
jumping in and zooming down the road, laughing from the tension
probably not what the mazda commercials had in mind
your sense of humour, just adds depth to my attraction
I say we had better be there, in less than five minutes
if we aren't, and you can hold onto your self control
longer than I can, I won't respect your devotion
to all our passion, then I'll leave you in my dust
we manage to get to the front door, slamming it behind us
ending up naked and taking halfway up the creaking stairs
bodies liquifying as we rocket into the stratosphere
continually burning, on and on, I think I smelt ozone
but that is what happens when you are seduced in your mind
with flash forward scenes of grabbing and ripping
hands slipping cause your skin is slick with sweat
till we don't exist, we are just a puddle of fucking needs
