The picture shows her
The dark blue lace
Cupping the fullness of her breasts
Just hinting at what is beneath
But that which he has studied intently
And knows as well as she
His fingers itching to follow
The scalloped curve
And nestle in the hollow between
His eyes follow her
Creamy, pale skin
Down
To the scrap of dark blue
Edged in lace
Certain of the heaven
He would find beneath
Wanting to unwrap her gift
Wanting to touch
To taste
To know her
Utterly
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