how enchanting when a woman a man knows to please,
but, not in the traditional or conventional way, his hunger pangs cease,
rather, a stoking and provoking of thoughts dormant and deep,
to awaken with images different, from a hibernating sleep.

a whisper so soft the need to lean into her to make sure to hear,
understanding the gist of what she said, scared to not be right, the fear,
this was something different he wished to experience,
her ribbons her bows her blindfolds her fans, a welcome deviance.

to say she slipped and slid and caressed and kissed,
before her, he stood naked, not a single part of his form missed,
he watched ,transfixed at the image duplicated,
the length of the mirror, the scene revealed, imitated .

very deliberate be she in what she did,
catching his gaze, in her eyes her intention not hid...
'I am going to have u, i am going to eat u, i am going to devour the whole of u,
in my approach of what shall be happening here be the clue,
for, my pleasure lies in what i make u feel,
layer after layer of whatever may be holding u back, away to peel."

it was exactly as she said it would be,
in her teasing ,his pleasing she did set him free,
and, thus, his imagination of how to surrender and let truly go,
he needed to return once again to watch the image, in the mirror the show.

RB.

...it be u...it be me...and the mirror be our witness...it will be erotic and most gorgeously inviting to repeat again and again...imagine....sleep hard and needy and keep yourself in hand...till the morrow...kissssssss u goodnight. x.

Your imagery is amazing RB.

aaaaah.... dearest "ilovemywoozle

...the mirror does know to tell a tale most amazing....

we should try it...

you...

...the mirror...

and me.

...my eyes feast and my mind "writes" to pen at a later stage.

It is the image or experience that spur the words.

Hurry over...x