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poem_183_To_Adoor
A hot body
Gliding across the floor
Sultry skin passing
Through the threshold door
A whimsical giggle
Collected in her throat
As her hand grazed the knob
Continuing her float
Silky satin slipping
Finally making her way through
The sturdy built door
Where she started to pursue
Dimming down the lights
No candles because of fear
That she might accidentally burn
Her seducing dear
The cologne’s scent
That her master did expel
Was one she had picked
And she had picked well
Freshly put on
A thick coat of desire
Intoxicating her mind
Bringing want even higher
Touching lightly
Against the protrusions
She felt each depression
Creating beautiful illusions
Lines that formed images
Teasing her finger tips
Her body pressing against
The build moistening the lips
Gently unclasping
So carefully and quick
The harness constraining her
Indulging the wood tick
As she stood there in front
Beautiful breasts exposed
She pushed the door back
Listening to it close
“Tuh-kuh” the door went
The clacking metal to metal
Her heart raced
And tried to settle
Next came her panties
Already dampened and wet
Slipping a hand down
But not playing yet
As much as she wanted
That goo to be smeared
Along the wood
She simply veered
Turning her attention
To the devilish scandal
So cold and shiny
Towards the handle
She knelt down
Just barely grazing
The knob with her nipple
The feeling amazing
The sudden cold sensation
Erecting her nipple
Practically turned her body
Into a cripple
Loosing her balance
She grabbed a hold
The welcoming door knob
And began to unfold
She couldn’t resist any longer
The feeling was too great
She pressed her body firmly
Taking in the door’s bait
For the longest time
She’s had this lust
And never able to explain it
But these things are a must
For when you’ve had sex
Plenty times before
There’s one thing left
Just to a door
Inspired by: Heather Marie Brigston
Dedicated to: Heather Marie Brigston and all the door lovers out there!
Created on: August 3, 2007 – 0203
