Your Stockings

Formless,

lifeless,

twin collapsed piles

of brown nothingness,

until held in your

delicate grasp.

 

When you draw them up,

first one leg,

and then another,

tightening them,

toes,

to heels,

to knees,

to thighs.

 

Now they are a part of

you,

adding softness and

sheen,

forming a glossy mystery

of temptation.

 

Oh,

how they arouse

and excite,

by the glide of my hands,

and the brush of

my lips.

 

Leave off all other dressings

and trappings,

these are all that I desire,

the only enticements needed

for added pleasure,

and ecstacy for our love

tonight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love women in thigh high stockings or pantyhose.

View craign1979's Full Portfolio