Lacing

She stands before me, in silken panties
Topless, the fresh smell of still damp skin 
The towel drops as she lifts her arms and I wrap her in the satin blue corset
Now the sexy slope of her back faces me
The long black lace weaves thought the grommets 
I kiss her back softly with each pass
Lost in this moment
It is a ritual, a spiritual experience for me
As the lace works up to her shoulder I kiss all the more
She tilts her head to expose her neck
welcoming my mouth
lost in the moment as well
 I step back a bit to pull the laces tight 
She lifts her arms to allow her lung to shift up
The satin huge will embrace her our whole time out
I tie the knot
We both collapse against each other
I kiss her shoulder and neck again
We both lost in this moment

Tonight I will remove it a ritual unto itself
For now I will allow for myself lost
In the exchange between us
 In her corset lacing .