the sashay of a skirt...

...he watched the flick of the fan
how it knew to inhibition ban
to transgress limitations, curiosity awaken
deep within him something new be shaken.
...he was not one to be easily swayed
by a skirt sexily before him sashayed
and thus careful of alluring temptations that beckoned
the instant gratification, the ripple effect reckoned.
...but this time round that fan did sweep
for days and nights in grips of lustful hunger keep
and for the first time he did not care
thus dipped into the musky fragrance of femininity dare.
...the air of the fan did his brow cool
but did nothing when her nipples he tasted and made him drool
their softness their hardness to nibble and slightly bite
toward his mouth she arched, his attention did not fight.
...the swoop of the fan not once did stop
rhythmical in its back and forth, her hand not once did drop
yet into her she welcomed him a lover attentive
her repertoire of what she had for him extensive.
...that fan did have a purpose more than cool
how successfully she did him fool
for all of a sudden the coolness gone, the fan closed
and in a different way the use of it disposed.
...a shock when down it came
in one fell swoop not too hard his buttocks tame
the snap of the length of a closed fan
so precisely and deliciously his bottom did tan.

RB.