abstinence...why?

 what magic does a cloth of sheer fabric know to hide?

or, be it in its' very sheerness the reveal, helps all abstinence slide...

the need to fantasise and wonder what it would be like

that pretend of disinterest to discard and rather, that nakedness devour and strike...!...

with eyes hungry and wanting to see it all

the heart pounding, to step closer the call...

yet, gently to trace the feminine form that dwells beneath the sheer net

with shaking hands on every mound every curve to set.

so slowly so carefully  to feel and savour the travel

the destination of sweet nectar's to saddle,

crests ridden, crest upon crest of delicious seduction

that sheer net...of all sanity...a perfect abduction.

RB.