The creamy smooth

Softness of naked flesh

I long to caress

Opens up the doors

I want to explore

Arousing the pleasures

Of her sex.

A woman is

In and of herself

Not a sexual goddess

She does not

Expose herself to a man

But to see her

This way I

Can't deny holds some appeal

For here I stand

At her beck and call.

Such innocence and longing

Openly conveyed in her eyes

Inviting me to partake

Guiding me with

Her gentle hand

Allowing me to trace

Her piqued pink peeks

Of her well sculpted breasts.

She pulls me in

A pool of

Sirens and lilly pads

Where we go

For an intimate swim.

She's let her hair down

She's given her all

She's made me a man.