the little black number

 a little black number sat in the cupboard way back,

a pair of heels and fishnet stockings, did beckon that little numbe...r so sexy and black...

a perfect fit they saw in the fall of the sheer material,

and knew, as an outfit, a suitor they would turn inquisitorial.

the suitor would ask...what may be under the sheerness of the cloth so fine?

be there some sweet delicacies for a suitor like me, to indulge in and dine?

no hindrance of pantie lines and the like?

while my rod be hot...should i strike?

a very wise decision by the suitor, was taken, that leaned toward tease and play,

to rather titillate the senses and for those deeper indulgences a patient delay...

an enjoyment both, visually and most definitely through touch,

did lead to a most delicious throbbing in his crotch!

and, so the heels and stocking and that little black number,

did lead to sexy dalliances that made the blood flow and the heart thunder,

not one item was discarded off the lass's fine form...

while he preferred to be fully naked and indulge in the sexsensual storm.

RB.