Wordprompt: Femme Fatale
Drawn to your touch
Pulls at me my skin outside and in. Your skilled fingers tip to snare me in your lair. I remember inhaling your scented body, and perfumed hair.
Whispered reminders held by the drip of your lips; my body and soul is bared.
Wanted your femme fatale ways, I sink into your bite and touching everywhere.