Persistent Desire

     Up against a wall
     Quiet and alone,
Your body
A breath away.
     My eyes slowly tracing
     your smooth
           dark hair,
every line and dimple on your face,
the curve of your neck.

Taking my time
I trace the thin straps of your
     delicate satin chemise
down over your breasts.
     I notice your breathing change
           deepening with each breath drawn.
I wonder about the softness of your
    bare breasts and
           satisfying your building desire

You before me
     yielding in anticipation
your eyes challenge me;
     wanting my attention
          my hands, my mouth.
I think I will make you wait
     Till I slip your straps


6 responses

  1. matt at shadow of iris | Reply


    1. Thank you kindly matt 🙂

  2. Sensual.
    I’ve never cared for mammaries.
    But you paint words with a bold brush.
    Maybe I’ll…



  3. Hahaha you made me laugh oaplascecia 😄 thank you

  4. Awesome! “reblogging” 🙂

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