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PERFUMED GARTERS


thank you Ms. Sage for the inspiration of your comment



she giggled like a child when my hands slipped
around her waist from behind and my lips found
that sweet ticklish spot on the side of her neck
i nibbled on her ear lobe as my hands slid upward
to cradle the warm weight of her breasts where i
felt the hardness of their buds pressing my palms
pulling the pins from her hair i watched as it fell
to her waist like a scented blanket of oriental silk
lifting a strand of it i buried my face in its softness
breathing in the essence of wildflowers and herbs
every movement, every sigh carried her confession
of mounting desire as she turned to face me and
our lips met then introduced us to probing tongues
that played out a sensual prelude to our climax


“Yes, yes, Mi Amor” she whispered as her silks
and laces gracefully fell to the ground at my feet
like white flags lowered in a gesture of surrender
she pulled my shirt over my head and reached
for my zipper, she giggled again when she saw
that i wore nothing but jeans which soon joined
my shirt and her clothing on the garden path
“Are you sure no one will see us?” she asked
as i gently laid her down behind a large boxwood
in the middle of a bed of purple forget me nots
“If they do it will give them pleasure and remind
them that even in these times, men and women
can still escape their pain, enter their own Eden
create the beauty of memories that will endure”


“Yes,” she moaned as my lips and hands traveled
leaving a trail of fire, “Yes, just let them watch”
she lay beneath me, Aphrodite wearing only the
beauty God gave her and a scented white garter
i felt her heated invitation to touch, taste, ravish
as her body arched to the rhythm of our passion
and her long nails dug trenches in my bare back
my senses were on overload, the garden with its
fragrance of roses, lilies, jasmine, and peonies
intoxicating scent of perfume and womanly musk
feel of her soft flesh and taste of salty sweetness
the sensation of her long legs wrapped around me
and her voracious sugar walls grasping my hardness
she was a goddess of love wearing a perfumed garter
so i slipped it off before the night was finally over
it hangs now, like a treasure, on the post of my bed
and her perfume, her memory, still lingers in the air



DJA 4/7/2011