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A Thousand Yeses - a Collaboration with The Oralizer
I am walking behind you
Your hips a work of art
You pause and look back
Noting I am looking, no staring at you
You turn and walk toward me
With a twinkle in your eyes
You ask while smiling
“See anything you like?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
You take my hand
And say “follow me”
We walk into a crowded department store
And pause briefly to look at lingerie
I fondle a silky pink chemise
“Shall I?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
We hunt for shoes
I inspect four inch silver spiked heels
“Shall I?”
I ask as you watch me
Strap the silken ribbons to my ankles
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
We walk to the fitting room
Located in a quiet corner
Looking back at you
I wink
As I slowly part the curtain
My heart is racing
My pulse is pounding
As I look at all your radiance and beauty
I gently pull you forward
“May I kiss you?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
Your lips the taste of the
Sweetest temptation
“May I touch you?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
My hands roam
Over your gorgeous frame
I point to the settee
“Shall we?”
“YES”
You reply as we fall into each other
And the dream of a thousand yeses
Your hips a work of art
You pause and look back
Noting I am looking, no staring at you
You turn and walk toward me
With a twinkle in your eyes
You ask while smiling
“See anything you like?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
You take my hand
And say “follow me”
We walk into a crowded department store
And pause briefly to look at lingerie
I fondle a silky pink chemise
“Shall I?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
We hunt for shoes
I inspect four inch silver spiked heels
“Shall I?”
I ask as you watch me
Strap the silken ribbons to my ankles
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
We walk to the fitting room
Located in a quiet corner
Looking back at you
I wink
As I slowly part the curtain
My heart is racing
My pulse is pounding
As I look at all your radiance and beauty
I gently pull you forward
“May I kiss you?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
Your lips the taste of the
Sweetest temptation
“May I touch you?”
“YES, a thousand times, yes.”
My hands roam
Over your gorgeous frame
I point to the settee
“Shall we?”
“YES”
You reply as we fall into each other
And the dream of a thousand yeses
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