she walks into a room like nobody's business

fine black suits her well and she knows it

laugh lines her squinting eyes only when she looks at me

stops me dead

powerful curves pack perfectly into a black cocktail dress

many powers she holds in her fingertips

granted to the few who know her well

oh the way she moves her hips

Can only imagine the conversations/what she feels
when she lays her soft gentle shoulder against the bedsheet late at night

touch her hunger belly
plunge her most intimate feminine depth
feel the fire inside
muss her hair all up