Sheer and Lace

Sheer and Lace

Your looking in the mirror, you're naked standing there, you want to send your poet photos but you don't know what to wear

You start off with leather, then latex rubber, you finally turn to lace, the moment that it touches your skin, a smile comes across your face

The lace lays upon your skin, the feel touches every nerve, it makes you feel so sexy, as it lays on every curve

Hugging you in the right places, you look at yourself and smile, this should please your poet, he hasn't seen you dressed up in quite a while

But before you take your pics, you decide to have a little stroke, you go lay on your bed, your fingers probe and poke

The lace makes you feel sexy, across your body your hands run, cupping your tits then reaching round you caress your lace covered bum

Then you notice on your bed, is a large Chiffon scarf quite near, you pull it across your skin, it's soft, it clings, it's sheer

Sliding out your sexy lace, you lay the sheer scarf across your skin, you can still see your pussy and it's treasures held within

You pull it across you body, your dark nipples harden to it's touch, you run the sheer material in your hands, you use it to stroke your crutch

A damp patch appears on the scarf as it brushes against your lips, you drape it all over you, it lays softly on your hips

You wrap it round your wrists, as if your poet had you bound, you feel yourself cumming and let loose a sighing sound

You take some pretty pictures, you can see your body through the sheer, they are for your poet, who will hold them oh so dear

Now you've had a little play, got turned on by sheer and Lace, you better pick a outfit for the day, to match the smile across your face

Ron