To watch you put your make-up on,
Pursed mascara mouth in perfect 'O',
Unconscious of my fascinated gaze,
For I have come so very well to know...
Shoulder curves; wet hair against your face,
Sweet dip above your knickers at your hip...
The almond shape of emerald shining eyes.
Pouty, rosy, scarlet painted lips.
Cute, fat, little bottom, squeezing around silk,
Lace dark as dreams accentuates your skin as pale as milk...
Little feet, perched on petite toes.
Chandelier ears and diamond stud in perfect upturned cheeky nose.
Long eyelashes flutter, flatter flashing eyes,
And I am powerless at my admiring sighs.
My pretty thing, my one remaining vice,
To merely look at you is paradise.
For Intimacy's not just skin on skin,
Nor teeth on perfect pink.
Not always giggles afterwards or secrets shared
But often and delightedly a secret kept, just something that we think.
You blink and in the mirror ask me
"Do I look alright?"
I tell you are fine. You dress,
And then I proudly walk you smiling fondly to begin our perfect night...
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