Delicate Lace

she stood before the mirror
her fingers delicately tracing
the contours of her body
the room held its breath
as she unveiled the secret
she had carefully hidden
her fingertips
danced so slowly
along the edges of delicate lace
each thread a whisper
against her skin
the fabric embraced her curves
igniting a fire within
her eager fingers
open her delicate flower
and stroke her swollen bud
again
and
again
her body finds the rhythm
the gentle sway of her hips
the rise and fall of her breath
and as she watches herself
her reflection radiated
her true beauty
as the pleasure
rushes through her body
and soaks her thighs