I saw you in a different light today as you walked
through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling
light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy
T-shirt.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced
by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad
debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs
that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto,
unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well
rounded buttocks.
And tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a
crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned
at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone buttons so that it
gaped to show it contents.
I saw you in a different light today one of
statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn
and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight I see you in a different light again as
your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my
clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on
my lips but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth
your fingers are awash within me.
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