The Little Black Dress (with audio)

DISCLAIMER: This is a sensual poem and contains the word nipples. 

Fantasy Friday Poem #6.

The Little Black Dress

Freshly soaked

and cloaked in the soft,

wet,

heat

of a bubble bath,

she cools her steamy skin

by staying naked,

as she gently begins

massaging in ancient oils,

revealing

a dewy sheen

to her already

incandescent being.

She’s immaculate tonight.

Each tip of her

tenderly touched by her

effervescence of lust.

She slips inside

her little black dress:

the one with the slit

up the side

and hardly

a back side.

It clings to her nipples

<just so>

that when they’re hardened,

you’ll instantly know.

She wears her dress

with nothing less

than the purity of her smile.

She’s heavenly tonight.

When the ritual begins,

she twirls and spins in her dress.

She anoints her confidence

by dancing at the altar of your

presence.

Each spin lifts her skirt

so you can see the hard work

she’s ready to put in.

She’s divine tonight.

She stands hungry at your table,

waiting to feast on every morsel.

She’s thirsty for your communion.

She kneels at your feet

and prays for absolution.

May you forgive her greed

while she licks you

without abandon.

May you forgive her need

to covet your body

into oblivion.

She’s holy tonight.

The straps on her dress fall down,

gracefully tumbling towards the ground.

She’ll give witness to the admission

of your wicked desire

to rip her little black dress off her.

Baptize her bare breasts with your

sinfully soulful kisses.

Resist the temptation to take her in haste

when you taste her consecration.

She’s sacred tonight.

Finally, her little black dress drips

off her glistening skin,

wet

with the longing to begin

her vocation

for the holiest of professions.

May your voice rise in celebration

when you reach your

orgasmic benediction.

May you find peace

in your sacred satisfaction.

She’s sanctified tonight.

In your blessed nakedness,

she finishes you off

with the vow to come back again.

She slips back on

her little black dress

smiles

and remembers

she’s forgiven.

17 Comments

  1. What a holy post 😊 I believe it’s for the occasion 🤓
    Loved the holiness’s metaphor used in a perfect way and the flow from the bath until the forgiveness 👍
    “She anoints her confidence
    by dancing at the altar of your
    presence.👍
    She’s thirsty for your communion.
    Baptize her bare breasts with your
    sinfully soulful kisses.
    And many others
    As usually the details are astonishing and very sensual as well
    Thank you for sharing and hope you’re having great holidays 😊❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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