The pop of a cork
Fills the air
Sound of celebration
Of passionate flare
A twinkle in her eye
A smile on her lips
Knowing that soon
She would take a sip
But golden bubbles
Were just not her taste
The ambrosia she desired
Was wrapped in fine lace
Silent and meek
She feel to her knees
The delicate scent
Already a tease
Gentle encouragement
Softness of touch
Awaited pleasures
They would not rush
Eagerness curtailed
By Mistress’ hand
Fingers in hair
Grip silky strands
Locked in the moment
Bound by her trust
The time had come
To submit to their lust
Lips upon lips
Finally she tastes
The heaven that was hidden
Beneath delicate lace
Slow gentle kisses
Covering lace
Shivers of passion
As she held her in place
A night filled with passion,
lust and champagne
Blissful ecstasy
They both would obtain.
© S.J Warner 2016
(Picture sourced from the internet).
Sal, this was beautifully written. I love how you captured the gentleness with your words. I could really feel it.
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Thank you Adam. Trying to get back into the swing of things, hoping my dry spell is coming to an end…well fingers crossed anyhow lol
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I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, too! As to dry spells, the words will come when they are ready to flow.
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Thank you my friend, your support means a lot xx
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Reblogged this on redklwr2006's Blog and commented:
I simply just had to share as these words touched me in the most delicious ways… Make sure to check out SJ’s posts
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