Striptease

Write of stripping sensually for the sole purpose of enticing a partner.  No actual sex, just the disrobing.  Be as sensual and enticing as you can be.  
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Tasty Strips

peel me to my softness
caress me with your lips
taste me, feel my sweetness

smear your cold cream
all over my splits
spill your snowy shower

minty taste of vanilla
and wanting more

Feel me melting
in your tongue...
bursting honey in your mouth

take me, eat me...all yours
...ice cream vanilla...
...white chocolate ...
...on banana splits.

Pole Position

My spin.....
Delicious
I swirl around your mind
Long after the gyrating
Revolution
Of my pelvic
Grind
Descends with ass shaking
From would be cold hard steel
Now hot from
Friction
Kindled by my luscious
Thighs
And I see
The same heat
In your bedroom
Eyes
Lit by milky tits
Spilling over bustier
And long legs
Gleaming ghostly white
Through sheer black
Thigh highs.....
My red stiletto
Lands and rests
Firm
An I want you
Exclamation
On  your tender
Behind
And I say
"Baby....whats on your mind?"
""I wanna good long hard fuck....and please, do not be kind."

Fore Play

I like the way you are dressed
The pretty blouse across your breast
The scarlet skirt down to your knees
You obviously have set out to please

Now we are in a private place
It may be time for an embrace
So we can be intimate and close
We should discard some of our clothes

First we take off  blouse, bra and shirt
Buttons loosened in concert
Breasts and chest now revealed
Why is such beauty concealed

Face and chest wet with kissing
Rounded breasts really glisten
Passions rise and hands wander
Kissing lasts a little longer

Flies unzipped and skirt undone
Preparing for a night of fun.
Both now naked, bodies admired
Into bed though we're not tired

Overture

'Come in for a drink'
Said with a wink.
Flat was well heated
Soon we were seated.
Took off her pants
My turn to advance
Loosened my shirt
Removed her skirt
All clothes discarded
Bodies regarded
Clean shaven below
Vulva on show
Desired my stiff pole
To fit in her_______

Melting Away

She peeled back
Her winter attire

The soft underneath
Was gleaming
Most brilliantly
She loosened
Every button
Her clothes melted
Touching betwixt
Her breast
The lush life
Of a rushing heart

Her pants came down
As soft rain dripping slow
Her shoes crept away
From her feet
Her toes curled
With utter excitement
She tossed her shirt
Her paints now lay
Beside her in a pile
Clothed in her birth-wear
She pouted, then smiled
Growing ever so wild.

Black Lace & Stilettos


she feels his
eyes
upon her
as he sits across
the room
knowing he loves
her black lace,
& matching stilettos
crimson lips
are slowly licked
as a slight grin
escapes
she loves
exciting him
getting him ready
for her

the black lace
that barely covered
her breast
slowly falls
as she softly
caresses
her soft flesh
under her long dark
locks, which cascades
upon her shoulders
circling her fingers
around her nipples
she lightly pinches
a sensual moan
escapes her lips
her hand
continues to slide
down

hearing a deep
growl echoing from
his chest
she slowly parts
her legs
looking him in the eyes
they are dark, animalistic
he wants her
she feels
her heated juices
stirring within
her folds
her hand continues
beyond her matching
black lace hipsters
her fingers dips in
her pulsing swollen clit
so ready for her touch,
she lightly massages
her desire
unable to keep her hips
still, she slowly
moves them
her eye lids, slowly close
she brings her finger to
her lips...
and tastes
he moves to the edge of
his seat,
as his hand
presses upon his
growing  bulge

she slowly
turns around
legs parted
looking over her
left shoulder
meeting him
eye to eye
biting her lip,
she takes both hands
and begins
removing her
hipsters
bending over, giving
him full access
she steps out them,
turns around
standing only in
her stilettos...
he confidently
stands, walks to her
ready to take
what belongs
to him

She
Saw me
Sitting in
The audience
And got so turned on
That when the music had
Started to play, she ripped
Off her top, grabbed the pole on the
Stage and moved her butt back and forth while
Giving me this 'fuck me' look with the eyes.

GET NAKED

Be naked
Be proud
Take everything off
Before the cheering crowd

No shame
No regrets
Show them everything
Don’t be hesitant

You’re hot
You’re beautiful
Why do you think
Everyone’s cheering for you?

Take it off
Take it all off
We want to see you in all your glory
Not just parts and bits, and stuff

Be proud
Naked Goddess
We your adoring faithful
Are smitten by your presence

Above poem was inspired by a true event.  Years ago, I took a girlfriend to a local strip joint in Western Wisconsin.  My girlfriend, a college senior, was a shy reserved flower, but the scene made her a bit giddy. Towards the end of the show she expressed that she’d like to try stripping.  So, during the amateur call, I encouraged her to dance.  Much to my surprised she stripped totally nude.  Afterwards she’d tell me that it was the most empowering thing she’d ever done.  

Indeed it was, because shortly after she moved on to better boyfriend. (sob)!

In the heat of passion

Waiting for his return
I'm dressed in scarlet lace lingerie
Stockings and stilettos
Covered up with a robe
Music on
Playlist
Sex, Dom, and Rock n' roll
He steps in the door
I walk up behind
Covering his eyes
Leading him to a chair
Swaying my hips
I drop the robe
The smile on his face
As his hands traced
The lace around my waist
Turning around I drop my thongs
Tossing them at him
Taking them in his hand
Smelling them
And placing them in his pocket
I straddle the bulge in his pants
Kissing his lips
Loosening his tie
Pulling it off
Tossing it to the floor
Unbuttoning his shirt
Running my hands down his chest
Making out heavily
Grinding
Gasping
As he pulls my hair
Kissing me deep
Passion raising higher
With one swift motion
Swoops me up
Taking me to the room
Tossing me on the bed
With his foot
Behind him closing the door

SEVEN

How cold, my love, the nights have been
The wind & rain
The frost upon the window pane

And in between, without the sight
The lack of touch
My tantric breath you miss so much

'Tis from a mist I make full known
My phantom dance
By ankle turn your eyes to chance

So dimly lit is room, your bed
Yet see the hint
My lover's rise of purple tint

Through such a pall flows passion scent
I slip aside
The first of seven veils confide

'Tis as a light whose presence warms
My body turns
Another veil, you feel the burn.

The shadows from a moon that breaks
Enhancing curves
And sets aflame your ev'ry nerve

The pale & tender bend of flesh
No blemish crest
As whispered veil reveals a breast

The mauve of areola round
Another pass
A second cloud of heaven's mass

My hair floats softly up like wings
And as I spin
I stroke my lamp, become your djinn

No smoke & mirrors, no deft mirage
My dance enthralls
Your need replies as my sex calls

Another veil is felled away
I come to stake
My velvet mons for you to take

The final veils are mysteries
Your eager hands
Have tied them into silken bands

And splayed like eagle's prey to feed
My hips to dance
As skillfully your tongue to lance.

Peel

I grasp at the top--
slowly opening the first
of many to come;

outer covering,
strips, hiding the prize inside--
oh my....the suspense.

Down comes another--
you can see a hint of it,
the moist flesh, hiding,

revealed, just for you;
touch it...fingertips draw down
the rest of the skin....

Golden, pale softness
exposed for the taking, and
behold:  banana....

A soft spring breeze & little deaths...

She fumbled nervously
with the buttons
on the crisp white shirt
to reveal a scarlet corset
underneath
wondering to herself why
on men's shirts
the buttons were on
the opposite side

she was in her head
too much
& took a shot
from the bottle
on the night stand
as if it were a part
of the act
offering some to him
from her mouth
before quickly
pulling away

she had no way of knowing
of course
that at that moment
he was thinking
just how beautiful
she was
or that he
wanted to please her
in such a way
that she would
never wish
to feel the
breath
of another man
upon her
skin

the music
had a rhythm & power
to free her body
from her mind
& let go....
by the third song
she found it
& let it guide her

& as she
anticipated
the feel of him
upon her
trembling lips
she realized
that he
was trembling
too

maybe their bodies
were not worthy
of a billboard on Broadway
or a sex scene
captured on celluloid
but to them
in that moment
it was amazing

(Based on a briefer description of a scene in a WWII set novel between a runaway British POW and a French village woman.)

She said unto him, "To be frank,
there's only way I could thank
for what you did for me today"
as daylight outside passed away.
She stepped upstairs to her bedroom,
lit a candle to break the gloom.
From the floorboards to down below
where he did wait came creaks, so slow.
Shoes were first to go, off her feet
and placed under the bed, paired neat.

From the top down, and behind her,
She unbuttoned her frock azure.
The camisole over shoulders she
thrust off quite slowly but surely,
to join the frock now on the chair
as she progressively came bare.
The brassiere came next, unhooked,
so that stark topless she now looked,
before she eased her knickers down
her legs, baring a bush of brown.

The clothes all now atop the chair,
she called him he could come up there
once from the jug-filled bowl she kept,
to wash herself before she slept,
she had hand-soaped strategic bits,
her sexual parts and armpits.
In restrained expectation he
climbed up the stairs to where she'd be.
The door ajar, into the room
he looked then walked, smelling perfume
That from a bottle she'd applied
About herself, its waft room-wide.
The candle was still burning bright,
casting around flickering light.
He saw her standing in profile,
she turned to him with knowing smile.
He saw the light show up her breasts,
the nipples aroused interests
buried since he went on the run
from captivity of the Hun.

From the dark and perky breast tips,
his eyes passed her navel to hips
where the triangle of right size
marked that place between her thighs.
An arm she calmly extended
to draw back the linen on bed
as an act of invitation
to this man of an allied nation.
He cast his clothes, they passed the night,
made love while Europe was in fight.

(Background noises of "Bang! Bang!" and explosions.)

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