A wicked glance caressed upon satin skin with liquid eyes of desire
Heightened awareness from across the room fires burn deep within
A longing forever repressed returns with a feverish vengeance
Passionate breath escapes parted lips of anticipation begging for a taste
Sweet surrender into the arms of love.
Natasha Bolling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-look-9/
