Satin, Lace and Wine

Satin, Lace and Wine

Satin, Lace, bottles of red and white,

A fire crackling: in the big stone hearth.

Candles and flowers add to the aroma,

Of this, my favorite sensual place.

The great room will soon fill,

With young ladies; of society and grace.

It’s the first Monday of the Month,

Lingerie party time, at my friend Madeline’s.

A roomful of beautiful French lingerie,

There to fondle, model, and wear for all.

Twenty young women; some known, some not,

Some flirtatious and open, some reserved and not.

An hour of wine, shrimp, chocolate, and cake,

Then and ice breaker game, on lingerie of course

Guess what color panties are most worn in the place.

Great fun for me; as I publically poll each pretty face.

Another round of wine, and then the fun begins,

Who will be the first to model for the group?

If no one does, its then time for me.

But not to night, as a long legged redhead say she!

What a beautiful sight, as she stands by the fire

And slowly slips off her evening’s attire.

She told no lie, panties and bra, of Irish green

Perfectly set off mane’s vibrant red gleam.

Time for me to put this away,

Concentrate on a most beautiful display,

Of laughing joking, and teasing young ladies,

And the satin and lace they are starting to display.

© February 3, 2014

D.D.