The Virgin Bride

The Virgin Bride

You stand at the counter
glowing like the female essence
as you try on perfume.
The scent lingers
as I breathe each exhalation
My gaze follows your back.
Your black dress clings to your derriere
like a second skin.
   
“Only one person allowed in the dressing room.”
“She has a bad back and needs help dressing.
I am her husband.”
“Well, my boyfriend helps me dress,
and my back is fit as a fiddle.
Just behave yourselves in there.”
“She’ll keep her lingerie on. I’ll see to that.”
“Well with you in charge of your Lass
I’m sure she’ll obey the rules.”
“She knows better than to disobey me,
what the consequences of disobedience are.”
“Oh, he is a sweetie at heart, ma’am.”
“I am a teddy bear.
So my discipline goes no further
than prolonged teasing.”
“Well tease her by giving her
so many fashion accessory choices
she wants them all.
Then accede to her wishes
and fulfill her desires.
I mean the clothes of course.”  

You pass like an angelic apparition
behind the curtains of the dressing room.
I slip ghost-like into your privacy.
She says, “You called me your wife
and our wedding isn’t until a month from now.”
“Well, the sales lady need not know that we
have waited to consummate our romance.”

The barrier of your reserve melts
as a shy smile moves across your face.
Your shyness elicits my hunger.
But only through tenderness
can we reach the other shore.
You tremble like a sparrow in winter.
My desire guides my hands to your face.
My fingers gently caress
your pink blushed cheeks.
I want so badly for you
to see your own beauty reflected in my eyes.

I grasp your waist firmly pressing my thigh
between your legs
cradling your head in my palms.
I gently grasp your bird delicate wrists
tugging your arms behind your back.
You resist trying to embrace me
but I insist on gently placing your hands
behind your back.
My fingers gingerly remove your belt
then pass across your blouse buttons
as though in a dream plucking each one apart
pulling the shirt down arms
then swiftly jerking the skirt down below the knees.
Your long tan thighs emerge
in sculpted beauty
Your black lace panties invite me to delve deeper.
My fingers grasp the waist hem
slipping the silk undergarment down your hips,
past knees to ankles.
You step out of them your dark triangle
glistening pearls of sweat hanging from tiny curls.

I push you back against the wall
my hand grasping your taut thighs
reaches daringly
to your sacrosanct region where love begins.
Your expression of gratitude
is like no words could convey.
My tongue lashes you where your treasure lies.

I hear giggling outside.
My only desire is for you to feel my love.
I want you to feel the depth of my desire
like a rush of adrenalin
through your electrified body.

You sink to the floor
the delirium written in your eyes.
A smile glows on your face
as tears stream down your cheeks.
You weep softly. I dress you.
We step out of the dream into the dream of life,
The sales lady looks at me
with her mouth hanging open in shock.  
My wife smiles and says,
“Sorry about the mess we made.”
We pass through the revolving doors
into the brilliant sunlight.