sketches of colloquies II

....languorously...she posed upon the bed
surrounded by a pucturesque of Lake Superior
"What are you smiling at?" she cooed in a sultry voice
slight smile forming on her lips....
"You." I rasped...in a voice mixed with a bourbon a smokes
"You know my art...it's a habit undressing woman in my mind,"....
"and your precisely as I'd imagined."
...."is that good or bad?" she retorted
"black lace..." I started...and I began to walk to the bed....
"crotchless panties...fishnet open vest...all black as midnight on the lake"...
I continued as I reached the bed...putting a hand to her breast
"long dark hair flowing around you...deep searching green eyes...wet lips...nostrils flaring...
your purely as I've fantasized." I finished...as I leaned over and found her lips...
.....pushing me back, lips wet...red...evil lil' smile....
"Is this the part where the others fall back...legs outspread?" she said.
...."the moment you walked in that door..I forgot all the others..." so the verbal tango
begins....
...movement flowing as she reach for her glass...tipping it
setting it back...opening her arms and reach out
"lay back" I ordered as I entered her arms...
she did as told...her moist eyes following me as she did so
I laid my head between her breasts...inhaling her scent deeply
pulling downward...my nose and lips caressed her stomach
....journeying to a haven...between her thighs