I Start Here
A blow to move the fine hairs that creep down the back of your neck
a gaze on the lips of your ears, as you wonder in confusion, what shall happen next
The soft black satin on your bronze skin
The spark in your eye
the quiver of your skin as my fingers glide over your exposed skin
the rush of your fingers as I ask you to pin your hair up
the darkness of your nipples
the red of your facial blush
squat over a stool, so I can make you turn in circles
my moment, my you
point your toes together and your knees too
don't look at me, I will look at you
quickly remove your lace breast holders and then hold your breast up
stand slowly, I want to see how your muscles form
turn around quickly, so I can see your body rumble
spread your legs, bend, bend some more, bend all the way over..
the tracked white lace on your black cotton thong pleases me
I am glad I don't have to tell you how to have some damn class
drop those hands to your hips, pull those stockings tighter up
come over here, this blade will remove what you were not born with
and this cold will make you rush.
get on your knees, no stand-up, kneeling is too common for a girl like you
stand, stand on this bed and look down on me, I will hold you up so you don't fall
bounce so I can see your breast move in rhythm
in fact, step down, so we can dance, I have not danced in years
a delightful woman, a delightful hour, yes I want us to dance
relax, lay your back to my chest, as we sway, side to side
trance.... beat, rhythm, move to the sound of my voice
I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall
breath in your own breath, so I can know how I am making you feel this evening
everyone you know will not matter, who matters is in this room, me and you,
with only water to hydrate you as I want you pure
soft, tight bronze fat skin
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I am beholding you, please don't talk.
ladyfi Dec 1 2013
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