Pink Slip.

Delightful in your tiny pink silk slip, so fragile it looked as if it would tatter at my touch. I reach for your soft, silky skin. I want to devour you, taste you and smell your deep flowery scent. To completely and utterly absorb you into me and quiver with delights only our bodies can truly appreciate.

I touch the thin strap of that slip, so eager to slip off your shoulder, leaving the skin bare and vulnerable. My hand rests on that shoulder eager to pull you closer. The slip falls past that perfect nipple, waiting for me to lick, perhaps bite, gently with love. I caress your bare breast, feeling every curve of you.

I reach for the other thin strap. It slides down just as easily as its mate. I watch as if in slow motion, as it flutters down your body, like a delicate wing of some iridescent butterfly. You stand before me, a woman’s power in naked flesh. I can not control myself I reach for you.

“Henry,” the manger of the store quipped, “why aren’t you done with that mannequin yet?”

Caught my love, but there will be another day. Until then I kiss your lips goodbye.

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