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.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: PT1
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Great writing Katy .. it sounds like the first part of a story .. well expressed anyway ))
This is pt1 lol
Hey Katy !! Looks incomplete...😉 Go on ..nice write although
This is pt1
Oh no, I shall swoon if there are more parts to it! lol.
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