The Tease

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,

A mysterious figure holds sway,

He's handsome and enigmatic, with eyes that allure,

He weaves a spell of anticipation, a sensual dream.

Her thoughts are consumed by this handsome man,

A vampiric call that echoes through her soul,

A  tease of visions of their meet,

A slow-burning fire that fuels both heart's beat.

The wait is agonizing, yet sweet,

As she imagines his touch, his lips, his heat,

Though she knows that when they finally collide,

The spark will ignite, and their passion will not subside.

He, too, feels the weight of this desire,

A yearning that builds with every passing fire,

He fantasizes about her touch, her kiss, her skin,

And knows that their encounter will be a sensual sin.

Their meeting will be a collision of souls,

A fusion of flesh, a union that may make them whole,

The air will vibrate with tension, with need,

As they surrender to their passion, their hearts' deepest creed.

In this erotic dance, they'll lose themselves,

And find each other, in a union that's strong and willing ,

Their intimacy will be a work of art,

A beautiful, sensual tapestry, that's woven in their hearts.

So let the anticipation build, let the tension rise,

For when they meet, the skies will ignite with a passionate rise.