Imagine

Imagine if you will, a mild autumn day, a gentle breeze lifting the edge of the
curtain, and blowing a warm current of air, alive with the smell of burning
leaves over the recumbent figure on the bed.

Use that same imagination to add a name, a face, a memory to that figure on the
bed, she could be someone you know, she is within you, she is the lady, the
temptress, the tease, the slut and she knows your most intimate secrets and
desires.

Knowing this, and knowing that you are watching, even if only in your
imagination, the tease, the temptation begins, there will be no surrender in this
game, she will not stop til she has won from you that what you desire her to
take.

See in your minds eye, the lady arise from the bed, clad in only a silk dressing
robe, as it slowly slips from her shoulders, your pulse is racing as her naked
form is revealed to you, her breasts firm, with pink nipples in a sea of
chocolate coloured flesh, you long to taste, to touch, to bury yourself once
again in the comforts of childhood.

Slender hands reach up and caress those firm globes, fingers explore the
sensitive tips of firm pink nipples, she smiles as if satisfied with what she
sees and touches, and smiles again knowingly, reacting to your obvious
excitement,but still she is out of your reach, as those slender hands trail down
her soft white body.

As her hands caress her belly, you begin to think that your mind is playing
tricks on you, no longer is she white and plump, she is black and skinny, brown
and fat, yellow and short, red and tall, she is all things at once, she is
everywoman ever born, she is flat bellied, she is soft overflowing curves, she is
unblemished, she is stretchmarked, she is.

She is, your mother, your sister, your wife, your lover, she is the temptress,
the Lady, and you desire her with every throb in your aching loins, the hands
that glide over every curve, touching and  exposing to your sight all the
imperfections and all the delights.

A leg slightly bent, reveals the centre of what you desire, a hidden treasure
trove in the cleft of her startlingly beautiful legs, of all of natures gifts of
delight, this is the one that captures and entrances the soul, the sight that
quickens the blood.

See her caress her soft downy lips with trembling fingers and quickened breath,
one finger dipping into her moistened femaleness, you would give all of your soul
to be that finger, to be allowed to touch and taste, as she falls into a graceful
disarray of limbs on the yielding bed, you are struck anew by her natural beauty
and overwhelming femininity.

Wanting to submerge yourself in her closeness, you are powerless to move as she
runs a questing finger over the nub of her sexuality, see her stiffen and then
relax as gently at first and then more sure, she pleasures herself in front of
your eyes, her chest heaving is the only sign of her mounting enjoyment,she
comes, in a rush, with a sigh that echos from the beginning of time,sated and
pleased with her own enjoyment of her body, she at long last looks in your
direction.

You are no longer sure if this is a dream, or if your imagination is working
overtime, you no longer care, all that matters is that she has looked at you,
then with a faintly trembling hand, she beckons you towards the bed, at long last
she is yours to enjoy, and be enjoyed with, she shares with you, the greatest
gift she has, herself.

She is the lady, the temptress, the tease, the slut.

She is Woman..