she shuts the door
and crosses the room
to her mirror.
even all these years later
she still has the power
to captivate my mind
with a smile
sweeter than honey.
her gaze meets mine.
and with an impish
“undress-me” look
in her eyes
she slowly turns
as her hand slides
between her breasts,
calling me home.
my knees turn to milk.
and regardless
of how many times
i’ve been invited
to grace her shores
she always leaves me
breathless,
wanting more.
