Seventh Veil

When she reached the Seventh Veil,

knowing how to make a

pause pregnant, she merely

swayed to unheard music, rising on the

balls of her bare feet, her

navel jewel catching the light, her

hands pirouetting above her head,

drawing his eyes to her

tautened tits, then a

slow glissando, a

shush of skirt on skin,

naked silence.

(Inspiration and gorgeous image by kind permission of  http://holden-and-camille.com/ with many thanks!)