my dangerous beauty,
i love to watch you move,
the slight hesitation peeking out from under the confident facade,
the slim finger dipping into the wooden bowl 1/2 full with homemade, raw chocolate,
you contemplate the rich, creamy texture inside your mouth, your tongue circling, spreading the sweet flavor over your teeth,
i imagine you nestling into the cushions spread out on the floor,
relaxing completely with sun-drenched skin golden in the candlelight,
the warm velvety blanket brushes against the hairs on your bare arm,
smooth, toned muscles arching gracefully overhead,
my dangerous beauty,
what stops you from taking over the world,
showing everyone the goddess you have become...