Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Oh Lady Unfold

She puts on her, brassiere, camisole,
tiny panties,
smoothes on silk stockings,
takes out the long pale, grey, skirt
and white blouse
with ruffles at the neck,
carefully buttons up,
sits at her dressing table,
combs her long, lush hair,
applies her make up
and just to top it off
adds a small dab of perfume
here and there.
He watches from the window,
mentally, carefully
disrobes her
unfolds her,
take her in his arms
under his imaginary duvet,
strokes her
and whispers
sweet, sweet nothings in her ear.

Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 10, 2013

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  • Danny Draper (3/11/2013 10:42:00 PM)

    Like a carefully prepared chocolate, the object of some one's desire. The 2 halves meet perfectly in reality and fantasy, wrapping and unwrapping. Sweet. (Report) Reply

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