this man

 deep truths lie in the colour red...

a red bow, to pull on it, it be said

in such an action, an invitation read

ones naughty nature definitely fed.

a tease, a play a desired attention

of anything else that might have been, a suspension,

for now...nothing else be required 

a lovers presence near ... desired...

and thus, as she sat there and wondered where he may be

eyes closed, pretending him to see.

she knew his touch she knew his scent

for her, this man was simply meant.

a man who revelled in her unashamed desire

to have him hot, his manhood fire,

to have him stand between her legs

to take him whole...as his manhood begs.

she knew to play, to stop his hurry

she knew to make him forget, all inhibitions bury,

for a true lover she knew to be...

like no other... set him free.

RB.