Marinela Christel

Tailors

Your hand does slither under my skirt
And feels for seams and smooth effects
As I shuffle and shift and flirt
With fabrics on your bolt’s defects.

I part my legs and sway my hips
And your hands trace the contour
As I release and open clips
Of some delights du jour…

Your face lights up and sweats
And your knees dig in the floor
As I am searching the assets
Of someone I could, might adore…

I step much closer to the tape
And you are stretching your arms
As I am fingering the crepe
And take delight in your charms.

“You pricked me! ” I...