Breath In

Sitting here trying to peck out keys to make words that make tales that make connections to the reader. 

Yet all I can imagine is the image of a woman moving burlesque style in silhouette. 

I hear the tune that turns her heals and makes her hips glide across my thoughts. 

Love in lace I imagine her lips red and full move to the script of the song. 

I can feel the base and smell the floral perfume as it wafts in a slight breeze across my face.

A note of quickened pulse in my temple and in the trousers I wear. 

I want to see her and not in shadow, but in full display; with the lace and leggings.

The whites of her teeth gleam and her eyes tore deep into my wants.

Wandering my gaze is guilty of going over her like a dream trying to remember. 

Here I sit with thoughts of breaths intertwined, and stored kinks to work from flesh.

Adorn in deepening desire for that feel of scented fluidity.

© Jeph Rants