A flame that lures me in, ignites
A passion that consumes, a desire that yearns
In her body, a flirty poem stirs
Her curves and contours, her form and grace
A siren's call, a beauty to embrace
A symphony of lines and hues
In her body, a flirty poem ensues
She's a temptress, a vixen, a work of art
A creation of beauty, from the start
A canvas for desire, a canvas for lust
In her body, a flirty poem must
With each movement, each sway, each touch
A poem is born, a tale of lust
A story of temptation, of passion and heat
In her body, a flirty poem will beat
For she's a canvas, a blank slate
Ready to be filled with desire and fate
A masterpiece waiting to be made
In her body, a flirty poem will be laid.
- Alan Adhikari
