She Makes Him Poem by jerica singleton

What Makes Him....

Opens the door,
He stands there, hands in pockets, lips smuged
Yet, he yearns this unfamiliar feeling, he always get whenever
She's near
As he stares her up and down wondering what it is about this woman that he just can't let go
Her touch,
Ecstasy,
as her nails creep down his side when she grips him
Often his knees buckle when she goes to hell
As she makes it feel like heaven
Her lips plant kisses that grows the feeling in his heart
Anticipating,
That it would just die
The aggression, the passion
No words spoken
Often she speaks with her eyes
The devil, lies here, he thinks
But he sins again, tempted
He grabs her, forcing his way in,
Walking step in step
Undressing each other quickly has she never has on much, black lace, fish nets, no strings,
Attached
He throws her on the bed, she knows, he cant resist
Dreading, the fact
He came, as he comes quick
Draining him
Her love making
Contagious
He needs to walk away
He shouldn't, no
He shouldn't
Wrapping her big almond colored legs around his waist
Spell bound
Every thrust she gives he feels
From his head to his toes
The beauty of her silhouette
The scent of her skin
Her warmth, in between
He cant, he says
She bits her lips
Shakes his head
Pulling him even closer
Rubbing him all over
He falls
Trapped
In her love again
She makes him....