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Click hereLights, camera...
Colors off, "action" on black
Abandoning everything
To the direction of your voice.
Standing, sitting
Reclining, lifting
Smiling, arching
(click, click)
"Don't move. Stay just like that."
Eyes shining,
Pulse racing,
Waiting for each queue.
Twenty more photos
Ten more praises, "Good girl!"
Five probes, pats or just-so placements
Yielding, hoping to please
Desire, rising in my throat
A silent, delightful plea
All captured, in the blink of an eye.
Each moment challenging my ability
To "Hold that pose..."
Simply because I want to do as you said.
(click, click)
Time, mercilessly withholding my one muse.
You reduce me
Over and over, again
With one, hidden accoutrement
The real objet d'art;
Delicious
Swollen
Flash
Attachment
Rising
Beneath
Your
Clothing
One
Rewarding
Dark
Inch
At
A
Time.
(click, click!)
A nice surprise in the 'plot' ot the poem which sneaks on you from between quick and rhytmic lines. Left me wanting more.