Poetic beauty once shared

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation
Hooked by an enchanted aroma.
Spellbound.
I am reeled into her atelier.

Poised in shimmering ebony linen
Her flesh, pure snow white.

My mouth waters.
Pulsating beats to such an enticing sight
The atmosphere, drenched in a consensual seduction.
A suggestive silence as I behold
Her.

Ring-lets drape from follicles.
Wavy spirals. Spring-like in motion.
Kissing, softly upon her blades.

An aroma of powerful acetate.
Indifferent odours, but essential relish.
From a bijou bottle, she carefully secretes the shellac.
With a petite brush
she strokes with great attention. A carmine glaze of perfection is applied.

Her soft-blushed taupe shells, lined with sable curliness.
Fluttering over her sea green lens coruscating in
Mother of pearl.

A deep red velvet matt, air-brushed with great distinction.
She whispers a gust to dry her painted art.

In a furled-motion, her palms slowly unravel

Silk.

Little-by-little,

she glides a Smokey shimmer,
up to where...

She fastens to a racy laced sash.
Refined hands then
caress over her, exotic finery to soothe
any flaws.

From a closet she exhibits an onyx gown.
A plume, embroidered with finesse
gracefully hemmed, and sat tight
across her chest.

In a vivacious fashion

she wriggles

Her attitude lavishly veiled
The climax of her showcase..

A black lascivious swan.

A bouquet of dark beauty.
An erotic prowess of poetic proportion.

Her erogenous lustful feathers
sweep me off
my feet