White Silk

If she stood before you
Wearing only wisps
Of white silk
Tied with ribbon rosettes
Around the sleek plumpness
Of her thighs

Would you watch
Captivated
As her muscles played
Beneath the sheer
Fabric, begging a game of
Hide and seek with
Secrets farther up
The stocking trail?

Or would you think
Of legs, bare and warm
Wrapped around your back
As you crash above
And she rides beneath
Until you are both
Are whispers
Fading in the encroaching dawn
While somewhere beyond
The tangled sheets lies
Two white silk
Still warm
Temptations

-Zoe Richardson