THE SEDUCTION: how to smoulder without saying a word

I remember how

I bewitched him that evening

Swathed in my shy and slinky —

In a burst of sudden, inexplicable bravado,

How I tilted my chin just so,

Lips caught between a smile

And the smidgeon of a pout

As I flicked my lashes down, then up again,

Skewering him with a slanted glance of my emerald eyes.

I remember how

He gasped

As I rose from my seat

Slow, deliberate —

In whispers of

Silk and cashmere

Misted with

Rive Gauche.

I remember how I turned

Slowly —

Feeling the burn of his ice-blue eyes on me.

Sharp intake of breath.

I smiled at him over my shoulder

As heat simmered in my belly  —

The promise of

Heat.