the unimportance of the practicality of my bows

if i should ask u to undo my bows...so little practical purpose do they serve where they sit.

other than, to attract your eye and grab your attention. 

to play with your mind.

the request would be for no hurry...

a sloooowwww....

gradual...VERY intentional purpose...be the pull on the ribbons.

one runs down the centre of my back...hovering above my spine....

eventually to gently kiss and rest in the small of my back.

one bow sits in the back of my neck...and as the mind travels, it give rise to goosebumps...

how difficult it is, not to imagine, the gentleness of your hand 

as it , sweeps aside, my hair...to expose...

my neck...to kiss...to bite ever so softly....no hurry.

to follow the ribbons fall and attend to the bow that sits above my rounded buttocks,

there be no hurry for that.

for your hands 

will be distracted

wanting to caress and cup the roundness that sits on either side of the bow.

your hands will know to travel

....forward...within reach of the warmth of my womaness...the softness

teasing as u revel in the invite of my inner thighs.

no need to trespass...so fast...but rather toy with the bow

...for...once that bow should be undone...then there be very little left

but,

for me to use my ribbons

and

tie u down...

demanding! your surrender

and be accepting of your pleading sighs and moans to make u 

mine.

breathless.

RB.