as i sit at my dressing table
removing my pearls
i hear him rise from his chair in the study
it is the time of night he likes to watch
his footsteps coming down the hall
cause the silken straps of my gown
to no longer remember my shoulders
the heat of him
leans against my doorway
pulling my stockings off with his thoughts
when his hands find my hair
and the softness of my thighs
he no longer resists
becoming one
we step to the edge
choosing to fall
One reply on “removing my pearls”
The sensuous harmony of enticing words and imagery here reminds me to visualize you as Saraswathi , the hindu goddess whose two breasts represent arts and learning and I like to draw on both….best wishes…raj