Their winter had been rough
Making due on so little
Felt really tough
His desires of his burned quietly

Her journey had gained her favors
A promotion, new connections
A chance to showcase her smarts as sharp as a razor
She was missing their alone time, a savory confection

A gift of lace

With spring slowly approaching
He didn’t want to feel like he was encroaching
He gave her plenty of room to blossom
Her success, ignited pride in his bosom

Watching her step forward
The queen that she was
Made him lean more towards
How she made his heart race it’s path

On a whim
Not the kind of a wimp
He bought her a little gift
Something to lift her spirits

That night
Over candle light
He watch her eyes ignite
And shine perfectly bright

A gift of lace
Sensual and in good taste
Quickening her blush with mild haste
She tore the package to sample the lace

Alas, things heated up a bit
The lace would wait on the side
He was grabbing her hips
She was sucking on his lips

Her locks flowing about
Embrace so tight
Everything felt right
Reconnecting the priority of the night

Laced Gift

A day or three later
As if time hadn’t passed hither
A naughty smile called
She would slip into some fine leather

On second thought
Something a little soft
Crushed cashmere plush
A velvet of lace a must

Slipping into her favorite little black dress
The one with the u-cup back for her tress
Barely covering her ample sweet assets
Was it his favorite black dress?

Her chest rose
Hearing her name slip of his tongue
The purity of a sweet rose
Invigorating the very oxygen on which she hung

Instead of adjusting her dress
Standing on the little patio deck
She slowly shifted and twirled just for spec
Watching his hunger digesting her best

The gift that gave
Sweet fine lace
Sensual delicate taste
Angelic written all over her face

But her lips
Honey suckle dips
Red wine cooling sips
The heat soothing grips

His manhood at attention
In full anticipation
Crimson collared pulsification
Naughty intoxication

How could such a gift
Be given back with magic
Sending his mind in alpha waved drifts
Ready to devour her with his lips

Get a grip
You must resist
His eyes undoing her sway’s list
Fire raging, calling her inner beast

Mouth parted
Hand-grip well planted
Mounts well gripped
Mouth filled… oh the tryst

Or was it a twist
Who knows what’s on the script
Falling into love’s pit
Uplifted saintly sinful lustful brisk

Word salad
Horse play
Clothes falling
Naughty rising

Tango balancing
Arms locking
Timed breathing
Soul gripped sensual seizing

Mind bending
Hearts wrenching
Soul soothing
Lust winning

Hair pulling
Hand clasping
Leather beating
Wrist locking

Heavy breathing
Beast wildin’
Name calling
Oral fixation-ing

Curves bouncing
Flesh pounding
Spirits renewing
Lace wrapped beckoning

Throws of passion
Thrashing bastion
Everlasting confessions
Bashful reckless abandon

Gift Twirl of Lace

You’d thing a single thrice redone round was enough
You’d thing all that love making was going to be enough
You’d think the words of unspoken harmonious gestation was enough
You’d think they’d fall asleep after filling themselves beyond enough

She stood wickedly smiling
He puzzled at her parted grin
She cocked her head to one side
He grunted the devilish cry

Shaking her head, she redressed herself
He watched in painstaking ache
The lace sat perfectly thigh high
Just below the cheeks, the dress scarcely hid

Before she could walk away
He laid claim to what was his
The clothing rent asunder
Welts raised as he went on his plunder

She grabbed his locks
Cried for more
He took, gave, took, gave, took some more
She savored, relished, embellished, and rocked

The gift of lace
Oh how sweet the pace
The gift that kept on and gave
Laced in and laced out as an ace

They made passionate love through the night
The ensemble was quite worn out
For every time she twirled about
He had to claim her and eat her flat out

Sensual bit of lace

Some two days later
Telling each other how they loved each other
A tickle. A laughter later
Looking across the foyer’s coat hanger

Seeing the lacy nylon
Sweet everlasting nylon
In mint condition
Begging for another rendition

“Shall I get the the black dress?” she asked
“Let’s play with the secrets of lace” he answered
A knowing beyond the unsaid
They both smiled about the between-the-lines on the way to bed

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These words are inspired by someone I follow on IG… who wears sweet nylon and models impeccable clothing… the kind that leaves you smiling and feeling sensually drawn into the appeal.

The video clip that created all of this… lives on her profile.

Instead of taking a copy of her original work, and sharing it as a post, this poetic journey was created. Her profile is private, therefore, I can’t share the link to the video. It would have been epic! One sensual fabulous seven seconds.

These were the words inspired by a little tiny twirl. a brief narrative description of the clip… It’s a really sensual skin-contouring little black dress that barely covers her lower assets… with the most amazing black thigh-high designer nylon… who’s lace welts rise just below the curves of her fabulous assets… leaving the mind to imagine all kinds of sensual thoughts.

In the clip… she’s standing on a balcony overlooking beautiful greenery. With a quick flick of the hair, and slight tug of the dress, she elevates lightly on her toes and turns effortlessly… most angelically. One can imagine a smile, face hidden from view, as she greets her man and steps lightly towards him with all the sultriness of a feminine catwalk grace.

And there you have it… the story behind the poetry. Enjoy the delightful mystery. Then, devour your lady… thoroughly… and completely. Leaving her breathlessly thanking you gleefully.

(editorial note: the shared image was one she provided and not a screen-shot of her video. All rights are reserved by her.)