I had a dream last night, you were the staryou wore your black lace pants and matching brayour slender fingers brushed along your thighas you look at me with wicked glint in eyeyour fingers tips then edged your puffy moundthen slipped inside the lace, where home they foundyour eyes half close, a gasp escapes your lipsas your sweet fingers probe in time with hipsyou change your hands, your left-hand takes the taskyou look...

I love a little lingerie It really can just make my day To see you dressed with poise and grace In sexy silk or flimsy lace The colour doesn’t matter much And half the pleasure’s in the touch Your slender body, scant concealed Just begging to be freed, revealed The subtle click of unhooked clasp Undoing ties that gently rasp Knowing you can’t help reacting My gentle hands can be distracting I peel away the fabric slow Wat...