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The Mystique of Her Lace
...the magic of her "simple gifts" (even those yet realized)
An envelope
a warm amaranth hue
flies on the wing
to my door
…..I open it
a scent rises out of it's folds
so truly aromatic
I should know
the shade of my familiar
but I cannot fathom it's name
I just call it “beautiful”
Inside
a meticulously sheared
swatch of rouge-red lace
awaits.....
…..nervous fingers grasp
the dainty fabric
I smile, remembering
how I slowly slipped
it's silky smoothness
down your body,
over your hips
the taste....
…..holding tightly
it's magical texture
against my face
it fills my olfactory
with a wicked memory
of things only you and I know
of places that you and I alone
have gone before.....
…..sans beautiful lace
sheer and soft
against my chest
remembering the first time
that sexy chenille dress
fell to the floor....
...so much more
than I ever dared to dream
in between a
luxuriously single stitched seam
of heaven
the taste of peaches and cream
against bittersweet beads,
of feminine sweat
as my lips kissed her breast
my,my,my.....
….death deep inside
your wet, continental divide
once more
overtaken by the rush
my body
stretched prostrate
across the bed
the specter of your touch
stroking me
riding
rhythmically
driving me deep,
expertly
this obedient black stallion
she spurs me
moving me expeditiously
coaxing...
…....spirited
excretions
strongly
released
a fountainhead,
wetness flows freely
along my thighs
down onto the bed
( ...and I've not bruised the head of this serpent once this time )
Out of body
over my head
opening my eyes to find
as my body begins to unwind.....
a fragrant deep red
specter of you
wrapped up in....
…...lace
An envelope
a warm amaranth hue
flies on the wing
to my door
…..I open it
a scent rises out of it's folds
so truly aromatic
I should know
the shade of my familiar
but I cannot fathom it's name
I just call it “beautiful”
Inside
a meticulously sheared
swatch of rouge-red lace
awaits.....
…..nervous fingers grasp
the dainty fabric
I smile, remembering
how I slowly slipped
it's silky smoothness
down your body,
over your hips
the taste....
…..holding tightly
it's magical texture
against my face
it fills my olfactory
with a wicked memory
of things only you and I know
of places that you and I alone
have gone before.....
…..sans beautiful lace
sheer and soft
against my chest
remembering the first time
that sexy chenille dress
fell to the floor....
...so much more
than I ever dared to dream
in between a
luxuriously single stitched seam
of heaven
the taste of peaches and cream
against bittersweet beads,
of feminine sweat
as my lips kissed her breast
my,my,my.....
….death deep inside
your wet, continental divide
once more
overtaken by the rush
my body
stretched prostrate
across the bed
the specter of your touch
stroking me
riding
rhythmically
driving me deep,
expertly
this obedient black stallion
she spurs me
moving me expeditiously
coaxing...
…....spirited
excretions
strongly
released
a fountainhead,
wetness flows freely
along my thighs
down onto the bed
( ...and I've not bruised the head of this serpent once this time )
Out of body
over my head
opening my eyes to find
as my body begins to unwind.....
a fragrant deep red
specter of you
wrapped up in....
…...lace
Published 8th Dec 2013
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8th Dec 2013 3:26am
8th Dec 2013 5:09am
.....feeling all of her love, even when she's not there. Quite tantalizing indeed ; )
8th Dec 2013 5:37am
8th Dec 2013 5:46am
..your mind leads you on blind journeys quickly, hun?.......lol...smh
beautifully intriguing to say the least..... ;)
Xo
beautifully intriguing to say the least..... ;)
Xo
8th Dec 2013 5:54am
Blind journeys? Absolutely not. Inspired excursions? Yes. The creative mind is an amalgam dreams and highly altered states of deep imagination.....
.....my imagination is quite potent ;)
.....my imagination is quite potent ;)
8th Dec 2013 6:02am
8th Dec 2013 6:07am
8th Dec 2013 1:44pm
This just takes the mind on a wild journey...
One that no one would mind taking.
Can't wait to fall into more of your words. ;)
One that no one would mind taking.
Can't wait to fall into more of your words. ;)
8th Dec 2013 2:58pm
8th Dec 2013 5:16pm
8th Dec 2013 6:38pm
Ahhhh.....you are familiar with the Coz? So you sensed my allusion to that song with my lines:
"....a scent rises out of it's folds
so truly aromatic
I should know
the shade of my familiar
but I cannot fathom it's name
I just call it “beautiful”
"....a scent rises out of it's folds
so truly aromatic
I should know
the shade of my familiar
but I cannot fathom it's name
I just call it “beautiful”
8th Dec 2013 10:36pm
yes had the pleasure of hearing him do that tune, minus the vocals at a concert, the highlight of which was watching him play the sax with the late Wayman Tisdale. They were so funny on stage together.
12th Dec 2013 12:17pm
12th Dec 2013 3:36pm
Great ink always entangles the mind of it's reader. Thanks for grabbing hold to the rope....
