That look

From the gleam in her eyes,the passion spills.
every movement becomes slightly cute.
closer the brushes,softer the touches,,
whispering love into bloom.

Her essence cries touch me and love me,
her scent pulls me in to its sweet.
wet cherry lips just budding to kiss,
bitten back fighting the heat.

tugging at every last heart string,
gleaming with playful intent.
down to three buttons and needing my loving,
one hug and magic begins.