It was very bright, almost like day,
As the moon reflected back
Through the window behind her.
She knew her sheer negligee
Would expose more than a tempting tease.
I was warmly chilled and couldn't speak,
So I smiled, almost shyly, and she reached out,
"Pour vous, pour moi---For you, for me",
And as we stood inches apart, then--
Slid a mink mitten onto my trembling hand
And said "Toucher legerement--Touch lightly, lightly"
And as her fingers slid down my chest,
"We shall last the night in ecstacy".
Feb. 17, 2013 For Cyndi's Contest