...industrious seduction...

i can glance at you

with all my lust in it
twist, turn, bind you
pull you from the corner of the room
by running my eyes
up down, round and round,
urging you to make the first move
with emilio pucci corset dress                                              
a bit of cleavage, skin and red lips.
i can sit close to you, make you feel
you are the only man in the room
i can listen to you, like you sound like
a fireman, writer or a biker.
i can laugh on your jokes, all of them
tap your shoulder and withdraw
my hands after running them
till your chest, slowly.

i can whisper in your ear, teasing
your earlobe with my lips, scouring,
letting my perfume work its way up
to your nose and then your brains.
and smile like you are full moon
in a star studded sky on the beach.

i can be smart, funny, really smart
warm or hot. ooh yes, sexy much
like you would die if you dint have me.
i can dance, to all your tracks
rubbing and grinding on your body
tangling our limps, and  killing you
half way on the dance floor only.

i can strip like a princess, push you,
pull your hair back and kiss you.
taste you like a lump of sugar and
bewilder you with my moves
the scars, their tales and the tattoos.

now tell me, you are that guy
and i am that girl, as
this has been industrious for me
and we can call this a night. 
so fall for me will ya ? 

(how one might advice you to be seductive if you are a awkward, dorky, miserable social self)