personal space

She fell into his fevered embrace…
He invaded her personal space…
Thrust two fingers inside…
“God! You scoundrel!” she lied…
She’d have slapped him, if that were the case.

Personal space

He invaded her personal space…
Had she minded, which wasn’t the case,
She’d have certainly said…
What got into her head?
Well not quite, though it was in her face!

Gravitational attraction

Smiling lips in a beautiful face,
Rolling hips, lolling breasts, easy grace,
Laughing mischievous eyes,
As he’s parting her thighs,
And invading her personal space.