kitty the naughty poet

A vision (PT1)

She bowed low. displaying the leather that clung to her heaving chest.

gripping her flesh under the sheer black of the silky-smooth dress she wore

covering her flushed skin

crimson to match her crimson hair

a vision just for his eyes to bare.

 

With parted lips he let out his breath and stroked his bearded chin.

removing himself from the wooden chair he planted in the middle of the room.

he undid the jacket of his black three-piece suite

showing the crisp white shirt beneath

his black hair in viking braids down the back of his head

a vision just for her eyes to witness.