It was simple,
Yet revealing at the same time.
She was nervous
The butterflies in her stomach
Threatening to fly free.
With nervousness can come haste
Nevertheless she stilled her fingers
She willed herself to take her time
Her fingers finding and undoing each hook
Peeling the lace back
Bit by bit
Inch by inch of creamy skin
Her heart racing
She knew that his eyes were locked upon her
Not missing a thing.
He looked intently at her face
Watching as she undid the last remaining hook
And raised her eyes to his.
He caught his breath.
For he knew
And she knew
In that moment
The one that they had waited for
That she was utterly his
That she would always be
*Not a new piece but as I was reminded today, it is new for some.
Photograph taken from Tumblr, original provenance unknown.