Playtime
The door slowly opened, he stood in the
glow of the candlelight, his shirt sleeves
rolled up, displaying his brawny arms,
he knew how she adored his arms, she
had told him often enough, the
strength, power and passion that dwelt
within them, "Brandy sweetheart?" she
asked, and offered him a glass she had
already poured, "Thank you", he replied
with a smile, quickly she side stepped
his hands as they made a sudden grab
for her, he laughed playfully, "Oh, like
that is it?" he asked, she glanced towards
the table that held centre of the room, then
looked back at him, grinning that seductive
grin, the one he found irresistible, "Playtime"
he whispered, and placed the brandy glass
upon the mantle piece.
Her look told him all he needed to know
as he made his way closer to her. The table
was adorned with linen and silk. She
backed closer to the table and pulled
a chair out saying, “Come, have a seat,
my dear.” He complied with a smile as she
then gestured to keep quiet. She never
pushed the chair back and neither did he
as she turned to him. Looking at him,
again, with a playful but sultry look, she…
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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