Black Velvet Desire

As I enter the doorway,

Auditory perception quickly catches the vocals of Eartha Kitt singing “Santa Baby” down the hall,

Just as the olfactory organs catch the scent of Pink Sugar by Sephora,

Whisks away my senses on a journey down the hall filling them full of euphoria and delight, 

Landing in a bedroom lit by draped lampshades and flickering candlelight,

Bouncing off the most ravishing, statuesque figure these hazel eyes have ever witnessed -

Trouble focusing on the composition of sheer magnificence of feminine beauty displayed before me,

Increasing my blood flow and causing heart palpitations on the verge of cardiac arrestment.         

Surveillance starts at the Steve Madden noir stilettos fitted on knee high fishnet stockings 

attached delicately by a black bowed garter belt upon legs of silk,

Enhanced by a matching tiny black thong manufactured from lace and string,

Accentuating and magnifying the most perfect derriere god chiseled from marble,

Preceding the outline support of a stenciled and ebony embroidered Victorian corset,

Sculpts an alluring sex appeal that Victoria Secret angels proudly promenade in,  

Supplementing her voluptuous breasts that lustily entices most men to hunger for,

Complimented by a string of lavender pearls upon fresh ivory skin.

Hair of scarlet, soft and lush, Kissed by fire, with loose victory rolls 

cascading down over the shoulders following the curvature of her spine, 

Before settling upon the back cross hatching of the designer corset, Frame kind blue eyes, 

Forged in steel, surrounded by a light dusting of freckles on her milky complexion,

Reflecting a set of luscious lips pursed while applying the shade of crimson sex,

With the help of long opera black velvet gloves adorned by diamond bracelets –

Catches my ecstasy just enough for a wink! Before the stainless embossed pocket mirror snaps shut,

She looks up with the big ruby smile and in a slow, sultry voice says:

“Let the games begin!”