Dangerous Woman (for M…)

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She slowly slipped into my life
then later she slipped into my bed.

My dangerous woman,
bright, quiet, quick witted,
driven to make her mark, to make a change.

Not easily shaken,
She drives on, a forward movement
until she reaches her goal.

Her daily illicit affair with data, rolls on,
nothing is consigned to paper.
Her eyes scan, decode,
Her fingers caress the keyboard.

Tenacious, relentless.
Not a woman to suffer dangerous people.
Fingers upon her keyboard ease their way
through the maze, to avoid online traps.

There can be no easy road for her.
It will always be a long, winding journey,
Often travelled, seldom with an end location.

Yet in bed, she is……
Carefree, a willing lover,
a relentless lover in pursuit of pleasure.

A kiss, a caress, my slow movements to
reveal her, reassure her, to undress her.
Another kiss, at first short, then long.
A slow caress to open her mind, her senses, her body.

Her perfume is intoxicating,
I want to drown in pleasure
to make her high, to entice her.

My red headed lover sighs,
needs to be taken on a sensual journey,
to be sexually, emotionally high.

Her whole body needs my touch.
I caress her breasts, move my mouth down
to caresses the inside of her thighs.
My tongue slowly opens her,
to relax her, release her.

Deep in bed she slowly slips her thighs around my waist.
Now I push, slow, shallow, deep, slow.
Her her whole body quivers with delight,
slow, shallow, pause, deeper.

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