The Dance

That sexy red dress

clinging to my every curve,

plunging down into soft breasts.

My movements are slow

slow yet seductive,

round hips swaying.

The music coursing

all through my body.

A strap slips.

A coy look.

You reach out to me,

hands on my smooth thigh,

moving towards your goal. 

Not yet my dear. 

That sexy red dress

becomes a red heap on the floor. 

Your eyes roam my body

taking in my black lacy underwear.

I continue my dance,

my tease isn't over. 

The bra falls to the floor,

my breasts free at last.

A bend forwards

and those small panties slip

down my legs.

Standing naked,

there's nothing between us now.

I am exposed 

just for you

Reviews

[TheLastEclipse]

Well, erotic definitely. You are a woman that knows what you are working with and that is respected. Definitely a respected poet to me. I would enjoy if you criticized some of my works. I think you would enjoy some of my poems. Anyway, from a respectful poet.

I do so enjoy the personal intimacy of the last stanza.

95/100 Cheers!

[Crystal]

thank you so much and i will most definitely have a look at your work :)