DID YA EVER HAVE THAT DREAM

THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S A FANCY RESTAURANT

EXCEPT YOU...

"Would you mind turning your back for a moment...?"

I turned back around.. listening to the sounds of a woman dressing herself..

The sound of silk on flesh

is completely unique

in a way, it's almost the absence of sound..

just the electric of static

as the skin clings to the gossamer...

I sensed small panties sliding upwards over smooth legs,

and up onto firm thighs and rounded cheeks.

I could hear hose tracing the same path,

one leg at a time...

there was no bra clasp being fastened,

none of the gymnastics noises that women make

as they put the thing on backwards

and then slide it around.

And then there was the deafening roar of crinoline..

of starched lace and swishing satin..

"You can turn around now.." she said

and so I did.

she was devastating..

a long deep blue velvet gown hung from alabaster shoulders

full half exposed breasts,

and trimmed hips

before billowing out atop a pile of puffy petticoats.

She sat down and asked me to help her lace her boots.

They went under the dress and under the hoops

all the way to mid thigh..

they were red kid leather

and they felt like the skin in the small of the back

of every fantasy woman I'd ever had.

When I was through,

and had spent a full ten minutes breathing in the

musk at the top of her legs..

she stood and twirled in front of the mirror..

"How's that?" she asked me, almost coquettishly.

I was a little stuck for an answer

and so I leaned forward and kissed her raised hand...

"Oh my," she said..

"Kind sir, ah do believe you could steal ma very breath away."

"Shall we go and game aspell?"

And she rose on her leather toes,

and kissed me full on the mouth... hard and long.

And then left me, and disappeared out of the door.