Nylon

Posted: December 7, 2015 in love, poem, poet, poetry
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As I admire her black lace sleeves
and imagine her warm skin within
Brunette hair falls curled over her silken shoulders
Her slender nailed hands slide down her waist and hips
and reach her smooth sheer nylon thigh and knee.
Leg muscles out-stretch as her hands smoothly caress calf to knee
Her shoe falls from her arched foot and polished toes.
I am succumbed and so sensually aroused as I gaze
upon her preening in the bedroom mirror
Only to see just once, only to see so many more.

OC

 

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Comments
  1. You appear to be a bit revved up DSS. Good Evening, then!

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  2. Excellent, OC! Beautiful! Perfect title! 🙂
    Thinking about the scene from the man’s point of view…now I’m all twitterpated, warm and squirmy!
    So many textures, lines, touches, curves, smells, and sights in this poem! And it ignites my emotions! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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