I shall be away for quite some time. It's been great fun. Stay safe, stay well. Goodbye for now. Joe
When he touched her she tingled from
Head to toe, When she touched him he
Pulled her to him causing her to squeal
With excitement …
Thunder rolled deafeningly across a
Billowing unstable sky, rain struck the
Windows with rich intent, and a high
Wind tore into nearby trees heavy in
Summer leaf, a hot day had given way
To an electrified sleepless night, a
Scintillating canopy of super-charged
Energy, weighty in ozone and lusting
To break loose upon the darkened
Earth below,
In the bathroom, a sliding shower door
Faithfully reflected a tumultuous crash
Of rapidly heated air directly overhead,
An ear-shattering voice from above that
Spoke volumes as to the power of nature
Over man, and on that point, both the
Storm outside and the present occupant
Of the shower were as one.
Wet steps tip-toed over twinkling black
Marble to greet deep luxurious carpet
In a gallery of wealth. A well-to-do
Young woman with the world at her
Feet suddenly caught herself unawares,
Prompted by an incautious spirit of
Devil-may-care, spinning round out of
Sheer joy and exuberance, a dizzying
Carousel that gave flight to her bathrobe
Revealing a glistening blur of a body,
A vivacious work of art, ready for love,
Ready for anything.
Here was a woman who knew her worth,
And knew too how to capitalise on every
Luscious inch of her curvaceous festival
For the eye, the hand, and the heart. She
Drew great enjoyment from nakedness,
A state she exploited to the nth degree in
Dresses that sought to hide nothing, in
Lingerie that one might say barely existed.
A true daughter of Hera, Queen of the Gods,
Her body was all she needed to draw the
Eye, to fix the focus, to raise the
Temperature.
Low-light and the trappings of wealth,
The seeds of seduction, sown with
Sumptuous aplomb in the sure and
Certain knowledge that in the hours
to come everything would be erect
And correct. For now though, dressing
Could wait, time to enjoy the moment,
To pleasure oneself, to do as she likes
In the fanciful corridors of personal
Excess. Manicured fingers, an outline
Of lust, waiting to be savoured, waiting
To be touched.
Buildings, places, décor, all have their
Role to play in the art of sensation, and
Thus, a long sash window presented the
Perfect opportunity for a lady to parade,
To put the world aside and dwell entirely
On herself. A stunning reflection, a spirit
Of seduction, a temptress, an enchantress,
A fountain of life, the light and the dark
Side of love.
Blushing glass and candlelight, steamy
Radiance swaying gracefully from side
To side, tempting the Devil to join hands,
To brush, to touch, to feel. A feminine
Glow of unmistakable fulfilment, hot,
Bubbling, quickly rising to boiling point,
Inside in turmoil, skinside on heat.
Everywhere a secret revealed, nowhere
Beyond bounds. Love indiscreet, tales
Told, deepest desires unspoken. unsaid,
Unheard, but always in the forefront of
The mind, when a guiding hand is all
A girl may need to voice love without
Uttering a word.
She stood for a while, walked to a chair,
Sat down and crossing her legs reached
For a pair of stockings still secure in their
Shiny cellophane wrapper. A moment of
Uncertainty as to which dress to choose
For the night ahead. Fact was it didn’t
Matter much which dress she chose, any
Dress in her well-stocked wardrobe would,
She knew perfectly well, fit perfectly, and
Perfectly suit any conceivable occasion.
She liked to play with her wardrobe, in
And out of silk after silk, satin after satin,
Cotton after cotton, halter neck, low-cut,
Defiantly plunging, peek-a-Boo ... and
The final decision? A touch of flagrant
French chic, Cervin fully fashioned
Seamed stockings paired with Christian
Louboutin six-inch heels. ‘Perfect’, and
Only just in time too, for there, a distant
Chime echoing along the gallery, her
Date for the night had arrived, and you
Know how first impressions count.
© Joseph G Dawson
Comments1
WOW! My screen is steaming up. Great write Joe.
Thank you AP, I am super-grateful for your lovely comment. Joe
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