“Lady in the Black Dress”

There you are again, floating in my mind, yet only a photograph that draws me to you, seeing your feminine charms wrapped in black silk, with only a glimpse of what is in store showing through.

Watching your firm, tanned thighs terminate, at the hem of your dress pulled so high, I want to let my hands ride up into the spot were the honey flows from your being with my tongue following right behind.

Wanting you desperately and not being able to have you now is like a knife in my soul, tearing my being to shreds from within, I want to be able to pull you close, kiss your lips and feel you, but how.

Oh beautiful muse, you taunt me with beauty so rare knowing that I cannot yet touch your skin or kiss your lips or feel the heat of your love flowing.  But I will meet you soon, and we will make up for all the time wasted, knowing that passion is what we have tasted.