All I have to do is lift the lid of the box
and I feel it.
That heat in my cunt. Anticipation.
Fingers dig into lace and silk and leather,
pull out a basque, then, delving further
panties to match.
My clit is pulsing now. Memories are woven
into each and every piece. This skirt,
Lifted slowly over my skin, in front of everyone
revealing my ass an inch at a time.
This bra, tugged down until my breasts spill
free, then teased, tugged on. Clamped.
I slide a corset around my middle,
tighten it.
Remember the shortness of breath
as it dug into me, painfully, while I lay
sprawled, face down and ass up, on the bed.
I wrap a collar around my neck, feeling
the ghost of strong fingers. Heels complete me.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at her,
the other me.
She's beautiful. Tucked and tightened here,
exposed there. A carnal being, a fuck toy
ready to be fucked. All it would take would be
a moment
with the vibe, and I'd explode. Not yet. Not
by my hand. On shaking legs, I walk out the door.