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A Matter Of Trust

She sits;
naked on the edge of the bed.
Waiting...
anticipating.

Checking my blade;
the straight razor glimmers in the lamplight,
reflecting rectangular around the walls.
I see my eyes in it's silver,
almost manic to me,
but steely calm to her.

And I begin.

I use a brush and soap;
covering her soft down with white lather.
Erotic imagery flashes before my eyes...
as I imagine unspoken acts.

But I shake them off,
and with a steady hand,
scrape away inch by erotic inch,
slowly removing her covering,
revealing soft supple skin.

As I clear I wipe,
massaging cream...
into the shaven newness.
Pubic bone smooth;
I move lower.

Looking at her;
I see the lust...
caused by breath,
and fingers,
and the danger of the blade.

Practiced swipes,
lips shorn smooth.
Cleaned...
dried...
but fresh moisture seeps;
traced with a finger,
then tasted...
always as good as the first time.

She disarms me and kneels;
face to loin,
delicate fingers peel my zipper down...
releasing me from my prison.
Only then, her intentions made clear.
And with manic eyes she says...

"Trust me."
Written by DaddyNiko
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