The Get-Up

Fired golden curls cascade,
as your blue eyes smolder,
pink flushed cheeks slyly smile
at me with cherry wine lips.

White silk fitted blouse
scoop breasts like two
full dollops of vanilla ice cream
set in sweet candy cones of
pale lace beneath.

Tight black skirt wraps
around gartered hips
nestled against a lace thong
that parts the way.

Straps pinched tight to
thigh highs which hang close
against skin that has seen many
a sin.

Legs so defined as to entice a man’s
mind from afar and a women’s
eyes to fill with envy disguised.

Diamond studded black stilettos
command my attention as you
walk casually towards me
in the sexual space that
you create.

I am helplessly
yours.


By Philip Wardlow 2013