The tools of my art...

My music
ambience
serenity
indulgence
A quiet boiling of lust
Nervousness in the eagerness of being spoilt
A welcoming freedom....Nakedness

You.

The temptation
the words
the invite
the reception.

Me
my persona
my quiet reserve
my hunger to yield
my want of u

.....those are my tools.

and then

my gstrings
the love of black
my ribbons long lengths to tie
my scarf to blind the nerves
my barefeet
Oh...my stockings....yes....

So much more to divulge...would it be fair to do so?
a resounding yes....but, in person.

My music...it has me in a trance at all times.
My virtual pen....it speaks my mind.

Xxx
B.