silhouette slinks
past the glass
slowly
with
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
saying
your name between moans
then warmth
the wetness
a sigh turns gasp
and the infinite quake