your name between moans

silhouette slinks
past the glass
slithering charm
burlesque beauty

black feather boa
following on the floor
the line of the seam down
to her sequined heels
as supple thighs
become your candle lit picture show

you didn’t know a woman’s legs
could look like that

she lays back in surrender
red satin pillow throne
this body you have known
as well as a mistress
made queen
the curve of her breast
held not long by the corset’s hands
your mouth tastes heaven

dark hair long enough
to touch your chest
as she writhes atop you
her hands find your hair

she bends to kiss you
your name between moans

then warmth
the wetness
a sigh turns gasp
and the infinite quake

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