Naked, I spy you there. Lying across the bed. So enticing Alluring Embodiment of Feminine. I trail fingers slowly down Your colors. Deepest Night Brightest Scarlet. A blackbird in fabric. I bend over to caress the steels. Pick it up in rapture Carefully undoing the front I wrap it around my body. Slowly doing up the busk, One by one. Reaching around I start to pull, Fingers curled around the top lace. Humming. Lazily tightening each one As I work my way down. Feeling the crush of stays The compression at waist And lower As I keep the pressure on. Further I go Down to hip Tying it round my waist. Back straight as a rod, Wasp, Breasts raised high above Black lace. With no hurry, time spins out I slide on black stockings And clip them to garters. Slender feet sliding into Heeled shoes. Walking to the mirror, I raise my arms high above me. Turning this way and that To admire the effect, Bottom peeping out beneath the Corsets strict embrace. I blow myself a kiss and smile at my image. All woman, All lust. Ready for the dance.
I am so impressed with this poem VB! It is as BG mentioned, like I am in the room and now I want to get into a pretty corset and stockings...lol. Truly sexy images in my brain between BG's recent poem and now yours!
LOL Go for it! It's all about fun and feeling feminine, beautiful and very desirable. There's something very sexy about the discipline in the wearing of it.
I so want one now! I love lace and the color red. I can imagine (if I had a man) wearing it with heels and stockings and a sexy red lipstick and suducing my man ^_^ poem is so sexy! When I find the courage I want to post my writing up too. They're often sxual but I get shy.
If you want a custom made corset you're right, they are quite expensive. But then someone will take the time to have all your measurements and ensure it's made for your body alone. I believe they range from close to $ 600 and up.
Lying across the bed.
So enticing
Alluring
Embodiment of Feminine.
I trail fingers slowly down
Your colors.
Deepest Night
Brightest Scarlet.
A blackbird in fabric.
I bend over to caress the steels.
Pick it up in rapture
Carefully undoing the front
I wrap it around my body.
Slowly doing up the busk,
One by one.
Reaching around I start to pull,
Fingers curled around the top lace.
Humming.
Lazily tightening each one
As I work my way down.
Feeling the crush of stays
The compression at waist
And lower
As I keep the pressure on.
Further I go
Down to hip
Tying it round my waist.
Back straight as a rod,
Wasp,
Breasts raised high above
Black lace.
With no hurry, time spins out
I slide on black stockings
And clip them to garters.
Slender feet sliding into
Heeled shoes.
Walking to the mirror,
I raise my arms high above me.
Turning this way and that
To admire the effect,
Bottom peeping out beneath the
Corsets strict embrace.
I blow myself a kiss and smile at my image.
All woman,
All lust.
Ready for the dance.