(c) Maty Dio
You excite me even when you don’t
In Marks and Spencer’s underclothes and more so in nude with your marvelous bottom crowning the area below your tiny waist wrapping your hips with the bulk of a loveable sizeable mount to grip
I’d love you filthy in white Victorian bloomers and no less would I love you chaste in an erotic corsetry
And nursing bra
I want to see you smutty in a nursing bra with high waisted knickers and hand embroidered hems
Grandmothers’ drawers, not so brief briefs, step-ins and scanties, nice retro panties
I am in love with your soft small roundness
Underworn overexcited reclining declining requesting receiving
You excite me blinded by a ruffled silk scarf and when you stare into my eyes
Fucked
Loved
Plowed
Respected
Desired
Tired and wired
Fired by expectations
Venus on the run from the gods in an all too favorable planetary alignment
I want you now, I want you later
My bread, my butter, my cake, my grapes and cheese platter
Apply this sentence to your wounds every day for the best dressing
Hungry, I’ll dress my side dish of a salad and have you undressed for my main course
Marinated
Dressing undressing confessing regressing
You are the oyster
And the world
My clam, the mussel’s pearl in sea juices
Scrub you clean before I pop your lid
And if you ever hid, unhide
From me
Defriend my mind
I want you after dinner in mint condition and as my aperitif
Dirty and clean and without lingerie the addict I am I’d forfeit the riches for the poor to spend the remaining lifetime with you
I want to drink you eat you
My last supper
Revive you after
The plain, the boring is all excitable
Clear crystal minded
Sharp
Bohemian
You’re mad – you accuse me with a giggle
But isn’t everyone at loss of mind convinced of their invincible mental clarity?
