There’s something about her gaze
I can tell she is teasing
Daring me to touch her
Inviting my lips for a tango

She “accidentally” brushes against me
A smile of mischief on its wake
Arching her back invitingly
Spelling disaster

Trouble
That’s what she is
Enchanting
Captivating
Sensual
Delicious
Trouble

I like to assume
I am in control of my desires
But when her breasts brush mine
All reason goes to the wind
My pulse takes a new high
And i am swaying
Teetering on the  brink of sweet torture