Brief

Taking off that skinny buckle
Nylon stringed toes
Stretch
to dig in to the carpet

Her neck lay back
Releases
emotion
hair lacklustre
eyes dim
The door closes
The light kept locked
under
Bare under her shirt
Tweed lies across her waist
Her Hands rest

She’s hot
lifts over
to adjust
To her Bare skin

reconnects

Her glow
Womanhood
The chair
Same as ever
Only
She is miles away
A mans mask
pleases with
a woman’s touch

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s