A Woman

A red-haired seductress
Presented at my feet,
So willingly spared
And spread open to greet.

Like a thorn in my side
She bites it the same,
Promiscuously flirting
Not hiding her shame.

The whole night we fumbled
But climaxed together;
Dripping from heat
And soaking in pleasure.

In late the morning
She leaves half-dressed,
And turning her head
She asks, "Impressed?"