A bouquet of bright, sunshine-tinged flowers.
A pristine, glass-quart of decadent cream.
The beautiful pages of a year-long journal.
All have a limited lifespan,
all will eventually turn drab, sour, or at best, over.
But a love alive with a slow, languid smile,
A new, form-fitting, cleavage-revealing top,
A little wiggle as i walk away,
A tight, curve-hugging pencil skirt,
Black, seamed stockings,
A teetering on slightly-too-high heels,
A nervous giggle,
A confident, naughty chuckle,
A slight bow when serving Your coffee in public,
Not Safe For Work, frequent sexts
Keep things fresh, tasty, and continually write-home-about worthy.
All remind me of my place-my sensual, heart-on-fire place,
And Your pleasure.
Rule 48: my behavior must always display a sexual content however subtle.
