Fuckdress

You had to do it.
You had to wear that dress.
Your little fuckdress.
That's what you've called it
On the nights
When you whisper in my ear
And tell me exactly what I shouldn't want to do to you
Outlining
Every
Single
Little
Detail
Until I have a clear picture in my mind
A movie constantly playing
Of a black satin strap
Sliding smoothly
From pale skin
Velvety to the touch
And I wait for that moment to happen.
Pupils dilating
Blood rushing
Breath heavy
As the strap falls
But the dress doesn't
Instead hugging you like a second skin
Holding you the way I'll hold you
Later
Not here
Where you wink at me over your shoulder
Stroking your hair to the side
To reveal a neck
Begging to be kissed
Gently
Just before it gets bitten.
Hard.
Painful pleasure
As painful as the need that I've had
Since I saw you emerge
From that darkened room
With that fabric holding you
Caressing you
Like a lover
And you told me what you wanted
Tonight.
Later.
The desire that I felt
Like liquid warmth in my lower belly
As I glanced at you
Out of the corner of my eye
Knowing that you could feel my eyes
Roaming all over your body
In the taxi
Knowing that I imagined
Ripping that dress
From your body
Like paper
Exposing you
To the driver
And the world
Like you expose me
To people oblivious
To the lust
Bubbling below the surface
Like a volcano
Waiting
For the moment
When it can
Finally
Erupt
People who don't know
about that way
You smile when you are doing
something
deliciously
naughty
Like you're smiling now
As we sit
Listening to the usual speech
We hear every year.
This time
I feel something
Different
Something touching
My ankle
Then my calf
Through the fabric of my trousers
Fluttering
Like a feather
Pass
My
Knee
Along
My
Inner
Thigh
Until it reaches its desired destination.
A moment passes before I realise that it's your foot.
You smile that smile
The smile of a predator that's caught its prey
Tongue gliding over teeth bared like an animal
Just long enough for me to see
My choice.
Devour or be devoured.
Nobody else notices
As you batter your eyelids
And ask
Innocently
Whether something's wrong
As if the butter on the side of your plate wouldn't melt
In your mouth
Just like everyone around the table believes.
My body knows otherwise
As you elicit the reaction you wanted
And I sit down a little while longer
After dinner
Struggling to gain control
Over the lust
Which would be so apparent to the other guests if I stood up
Until I see you dancing
And need floods my body
As if my core
Is molten lava
Melting down every barrier
Between you
And I.
My inhibitions
Are like ice cubes dipped in a candle's flame
Wax dripping down its length
As I watch
Your hips swaying seductively to the sound of drums
And suddenly
I don't care what these people see
And I need to hold you in my arms
To pull your hips to mine
So that
You can feel
Your effect on me
To be close enough
To pick up your scent
That secret scent
Pulling my heat to the surface
So that I can think of
Nothing else
But what I've wanted
All night
Squeezing
Your hand in mine and leading you to the taxi lot
Cold air touching my face
As if it wants to douse the fire
Within me
Pulsating
Radiating warmth
Burning
Making these clothes feel so hot and restrictive
As I realise that
I can't wait until home
And I lead you
To a place
Where you are now mine
Just like I have been yours all night
Your teasing
Your whispers
Leading me to this
Dark alley
Around the corner from our civilised colleagues
Maybe someone will hear you
Panting hoarsely
As I finally slide that strap down your shoulder
And kiss newly exposed flesh
Satin stroking your skin
As that little black dress
Glides
Down your chest
Touching
Nipples
Ribcage
Stomach
Legs
As
Black
Fabric
Descends
As
If
In
Slow
Motion
Until
Finally
It
Lands
By
Your
Stilettoed
Feet
My hands roughly exploring your body
As my lips gently touch your collarbone
And my heat
Touches
Yours
Becoming hotter
Burning like a flame
Which threatens to consume us both
On this cold night
As the party carries on inside.