neither traditional or conventional

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.