She hid her beauty

She hid her beauty behind the silky drapes

Provoking guessing on the part of anxious lover
He wants to hold her , pressing body to soft , milky flesh of hers
Mischievously she touched lips with finger, making sign to wait

Wait, no please, the skin burning for the brush
The nudge of arms, the alabaster dream of sculptor
Perfection , sequestered in the fabric fortified fortress
Not letting to observe the rest , hinted in the face and shoulders

Naughty , naughty female hold her stance
Playing the torture game for the poor suitor
The yearning bulging muscles , blood rushing to the pleasure organ
He'd faint , if not devour her right this moment
Eating the hospitable lips , swollen like ripe cherries
Erupting foamy concoction over dark pink goodness

Don't shush my love, he begs her in the pleading tenderness
I am coming to unleash the love , bursting to flow into you
Throwing away those useless articles not suited for the work of art
Imprinting autographs on the recalcitrant nature, taming little shrew

by Margaret Gudkov
art unknown