Her body I muse upon like it's art

Her body I muse upon like it’s art -

I want you, tonight
without your clothes on.
No questions asked,
No obligations to dwell upon.

Take no offense,
this is just for one night -
That is not to say,
there is no more to you...

But I'm more concerned, tonight
with the passion I see in you:
In your radiant face
In your fiery eyes.

I can just imagine
the blood rushing to your face,
your eyes rolling back into your head -
but I've only seen in pictures.

How come, so heavenly built?
Your body, tight
and legs, oh, so long...
It's like a work of art.

Intriguing,
I'm sure you are.
But tonight,
I want to feel

My fingers gliding down your thigh,
playing circles around your belly
then slowly...
slowly sliding down.