Do you watch as the soft flame bathes
my form in candlelight
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as I loosen the towel
that’s wrapped around my moist body
and let it drop to the floor
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as I let my hair cascade
down, and bounce in slow motion on my
shoulders
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as I pump fragrant lotion
in my hand and seductively smooth it on
from my toes to the very top of my thighs
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as I part my thighs and let
my fingers linger a moment - arching my
back and rolling my head exposing the
softness of my neck
Tell me what you do
Do you watch when I select a luscious
strawberry from a bowl and lift it to my
tongue and wrap my puckered lips around
it
Tell me what you do
Do you watch when it’s red juice spills
on to my hand and leisurely runs down
my wrist
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as my tongue slowly licks
up the sweet nectar from my wrist to my
fingertips as I look in your direction
Tell me what you do
Do you watch me approach the window
and reach up to pull down the shades;
giving you the pleasure of watching my
blossoms grow while the ripening within
the depths of my secret garden is about to
erupt
Tell me what you do
Do you watch as I blow out the candles and
disappear into the darkness just as you do
Marilyn, You definitely know how to get into a man's thoughts! ~Joseph
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2003
Jeepers Peepers Ma'am, I didn't know you saw me sitting there
confined to my chair
in front of or from your point of view
behind my window,
breathing deeply into the night air,
releasing my tension and my lust
in your direction as with dark eyes squinting,
as I whispered all the illicit things
that I liked about your performance.
Stroking my face and then my chest
with my own hand, pretending that it was yours.
Rising and hardening ever higher in my seat,
as you stroked your perfect body in the light.
Oh the frustration I did feel as you pulled the shade
down over my dreams and temporary reality,
of seeing such beauty
being directed at me.
I sit and wait for more.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2003
Whoa this is one sensual seductive write!! Exceptional erotica.
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LOL....sounds like me when I want to give the neighbor a show and leave the blinds open! LOL....Teasing of course....wink...
Teresa
Chrissie
fanning self yikes between you and tedly hot damn
josie
Excellent,
Reindeer
confined to my chair
in front of or from your point of view
behind my window,
breathing deeply into the night air,
releasing my tension and my lust
in your direction as with dark eyes squinting,
as I whispered all the illicit things
that I liked about your performance.
Stroking my face and then my chest
with my own hand, pretending that it was yours.
Rising and hardening ever higher in my seat,
as you stroked your perfect body in the light.
Oh the frustration I did feel as you pulled the shade
down over my dreams and temporary reality,
of seeing such beauty
being directed at me.
I sit and wait for more.
Just Keep On Doing What You Do . Authorsden!
TRASK
smooth write Marylin
I am watching you and I am not telling you, what I am doing.
This is sensuality at its best.
What an excellent write.
William
pax
tony
Wow this os one powerful write...
Excellent job...
Hgs,
Trixie
whew You go girl this one is seductive,sensual and wow....
Peggy