Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Thursday, November 11, 2004

........attracts me like no other lover

This is my favorite kind of lingerie. It doesn't have to be silk but it's better if it is...it at least needs to be silky, satiny....to be my favorite anyway. Nothing else, nothing, has the feel of a woman's body under silk. The way you can slide it along her skin and I like when a gown is long and I can reveal her just a little at a time, how much better can it get than to be feeling her under there and seeing more and more at the same time. Something the color of wine in a creamy sandwashed silk with real lace, the good stuff, draped on skin still warm to the touch from a bath and lotioned too, for sure lotioned and scented and has to be barefoot of course. And I would hand her a drink of something really fine and I would be immeasurably content among my favorite things..