Saturday, 25 October 2014

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 with many thanks!)