Monday, January 15, 2007

Oh, to reach out and touch you

To savor your presence

By your hot glowing fire

It's keeping me warm

As I take your foot from your shoe

And kiss it

Stroke it

I'll crawl if you want me to

All the way to your bed

As long as I can savor the sight

Of your graciousness and elegance as you walk up the staire

Push the door to your room

Turn

Smile at me

And beckon me inside

Til I'm surroundeds by your four walls

As I sit on the edge of your four-poster bed

And kiss my way up your leg

To the very top of your stockings

You smile, and are pleased with my efforts

But I haven't even started yet

So if Madame would care to lay herself down

I'd like to make a goddess out of you.