standing in your doorway
stockings pulled
skirt shorter
brassiere pushed up
cleavage leading
lips darkened red
eyelashes laden in black
hair silken
flowing down my back
past my buttocks
beckoning
you
to step over
the line dividing
separating
penetrating the void

I want y o u . n o w
but you don’t want me

do
you

melting from here
cigarette held smoking
between two fingers
blowing rings
from pouted mouth
high heels tapping
stiletto rhythms
with precision of metal
slicing silk
down the corset
covering the pale cream
of an exposed belly
m.i.n.e.
flattened and soft
craving warmth
to trickle down
between breasts
hardening to touch
y.o.u.r.s.
regrettable forgettable
sex is blowing
the air from my lungs

I want to f e e l . s e x y
but I’m nothing but air

to
you

pulsating from here
casually flicking
the butt
with thumb
and forefinger
into the garden
licking yielding lips
with moist tongue
hand nervously
resting on thigh
hem of skirt
to inch of flesh
to stockings pulled
breathlessly sigh
caress soft fabric
against skin
yearning for hands
against yielding flesh
warm air flushing cheeks
and body

T o u c h . m e
I dare you





won’t you make me arch against you?

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