I look at him over the console,
With a 'come hither' stare.
And all I receive in return
Is a naïve blank glare.
I curl my finger
To gesture him near
His eyes widen in realization
and just a trace of fear
Who, me?
His body asks in reflection
I nod
and saunter in his direction.
He smirks and straightens his bowtie,
He thinks he's so hot when he's clever,
And he is; I won't lie.
"Doctor Song, are you trying to seduce me?"
He murmurs as I pull him near
"Of course not sweetie," I reply with a kiss,
"Where would you get that idea?"
I feel his hands
Wrap around my waist.
And the way he kisses me
Is far more than chaste.
The ache grows stronger
Between my thighs.
His hands explore,
I begin to writhe.
I hear the zipper
Of my dress.
The fabric loosens
Around my chest.
The garment lies crumpled
on the floor.
He eyes me hungrily;
He wants some more.
As he reaches out,
I dash to the side.
He'll have to catch me
To claim his prize.
At last he has me
And we collapse on the bed.
It feels just like
The night we were wed.
I begin to unbutton
His bowtie and shirt.
I love him so badly.
I want him;
It hurts.
Two young hearts
And an older mind,
With its opposite equal
Do finally entwine.
I can't help but scream,
(with lust, not fear)
And whisper sweet nothings
Into his ear.
And just as he thinks
We are all well and done,
The handcuffs click;
That was only round one.