© 2007 M. Bennett Hooper

As a lady in waiting I bow gracefully between stares and stolen moments of silent surrendering between fingertips and skin reading the words written between sand and ocean waves through eyes of longing smiling beyond the mere hint of what you daydream of knowing the still ness of your heart means I am there with you.

Shadowed by your need to possess the essence of my being never touching but molding into unison and beats to a dance seldom hear leaving one breathless hoping for another second of smelling the sweet scent of utopia upon the lips of virtue and hidden inside the walls of my womanly boudoir with a private entrance designed just for me I allow your entry graciously.

Touching your wonderment you are surprised by my silence as moaning you begin to unfurl latent lust and surrendering with mournful sighs you open slowly as I trace with my eyes your offering as you discover that T is not for teddy bear but for super tasting.

A fountain now overflows and oil is added to your water as you slide ever so slowly into a chamber which now boils in anticipation of what is to come and come again.