Seduction

(random poem scribbled on the note pad, hence no puncutation and grammer, altho i love its rawness. written long time back.)

i knw what ur doin, its ur job...
u do it all da time.
ur lips n ur eyes move
they move... responsivily, passionatly.

then u move ur hands
expressively and proactivly
ur attitude and ur language change
suitably, accordingly.

i see everything inside u too,
i react correctly.
but somethin else is on my mind,
my eyes give it all away

then i read my mind n smile
shyly and slyly.
if u knew wat i was thinking...
u'd stop ... stop wat it is tht ur doing

ur talking abt somethin.
some worldly topic, some social issues,
some political concern discussed philosophically
or simply jus commenting wittly

but i see somethin else.
i see the fire burnin behind it,
it spreading everywhre u see or reach, unknwingly
and heating up slowly

u do not need nething else.
the mental foreplay is on
read the signs systematically
u own every bit of it...

ur seduction is done intelligently
its cutting the body slowly
ur power is tempting me in extasy
and ur eyes make me surrender respectfully

n well our conversation is over
so we'll just get back, its abt time
continue with the work physically
but enjoy the sparked up storm soulfully