My fingertips are clean, like morning air,
As they begin to trace my collarbone.
I slide them down across the velvet fair,
Engaged in movements meant for me alone.
He stands frozen, trapped beside the door,
Forbidden from the space where I recline.
His heavy footsteps anchor to the floor,
Unable to disrupt this boundary line.
A shiver, light and slow across the room,
Like a gentle flow of whispers, soft and deep.
A silent mist that settles on the bloom,
Like a quiet tease before the world's asleep.
The motion makes the quiet music sing,
Unlocking tides of pure, unblemished light.
His gentle gaze becomes a pulling string,
Guiding my fingers in a rhythm bright.
I feel the velvet texture of the lace,
The smooth, unblemished surface of my wrist.
A surface cool and delicate in space,
That brightens in the morning's quiet mist.
My touch encounters textures soft and rare,
Like silk or petals brushed against the night.
An innocent discovery of prayer,
Enfolded in a pale and morning light.
His gaze is locked upon my moving hands,
The visual current pulling at his mind.
His soft attention dictates my commands,
Steering each trace and curve that he designed.
It lingers with a soft and freeing sigh,
As tenderly it dances with the air.
Led by the steady focus of his eye,
My hands obey the gravity held there.
Bound by the invisible commands,
I find a sweet delight beneath his gaze.
He moves my rhythm, navigates my hands,
Lost in a dreamy, sunlit winter haze.
He stands entirely still within the shade,
Forced to view the vision from afar.
His quiet mastery will never fade,
Proving how great and absolute he is.
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- Comment from author about the poem: What I think it feels like if a guy guided me with his eyes well I do my secret dance.
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Voyeuristic, seductive and sensual this write shows good rhyme and meter. Well done
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
😊
Does the performance get better if the eyes approve.
Does giving direction from afar more satisfying than actually being touched.
In a way, both are in control, and maybe both get the ultimate frill.
I never had a guy watch me do my secret dance before.So I don't know if it more pleasing.I never did it before.That's why I wrote my poem the touching my unbroken forest because my forest still intact.Well do you like to watch a woman do her secret dance?But this poem was more inspired by what I think it feels if a guy watched me do my secret dance. I l0ve to share my secret dance with a guy just have not found one that is right to share it with.They always end up breaking my heart or hurting me soooo badly. Thank you for reading my poem!
slow steps to the secret dance, the thought could be more sensual than the reality, well written
Why more snsul then reality. why you say that? Thank you for the compliment and taking the time reading my poem.Thank you so sweetly!
the imagination sometimes out does the reality, everything is anticipation before it becomes reality
I could see that for.I understand what you mean.I imagine it quite a bit.But also want it with someone who l0ves me on a emotional level too with me.
I am sure you will meet someone, Mr Right as they say
I am not sure I will.Life always throws challenges at me to stop me finding my Mr Right as you say.
never give up
My friend, this is intensely sensual and psychologically charged. The restraint makes everything more potent...he never crosses the room, yet his presence controls everything occurring within it. Provocative and brilliantly executed. Welcome to MPS! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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