Might have been
You are laying on my bed, with a "come hither" look deep inside your eyes, stunning wear bright Red lace and stockings up your thighs
You look so alluring, I was ensnared with just a glance, my eyes were transfixed on you, you had me in a trance
You moved around the bed, I mapped every erotic move, like a sexual Tigress, you were so sleek, so smooth
I watched as you stretched your legs, then spread them slowly wide, you pulled aside the Red panties, I took a glimpse inside
Fascinated by everything you did, I adored watching you stroke your tits, pulling on each nipple before, reaching for you slit
My sexy Queen in Red lace, laying waiting on my bed, a fulfilment of a long time fantasy, I thought up in my head
Your curves are captivating, in enchanted by your eyes, to find you here wearing lace, is such a great surprise
I couldn't ask for a better gift, sadly once again it's was a dream, a hope sent out into the universe, of thing that might have been
THE KINKY POET