Black Lingerie

I want to dress up for you In slippery soft second skins In short skirts and heels and cleavage Just for you I want see the heat rise in your cheeks And the glitter in your eyes As you take it all in Your hands aching for want of touching me.

You are not embarrassed to be with me in my state of objectification In the clubs, the bars, the streets You are not embarrassed when those eyes roll over me in the bar Sliding over my breasts, into the curve of my waist and over my broad hips I want to see the glint in your eye as you watch them appreciate your femme.

I want you to give me sexy lingerie And order me to put it on Demonstrating the power of silk I want to be your whore, your sex toy, your cunt.

I want you to want me in my element In my satin lacy strappy underthings My tight short dresses My tall uncomfortable shoes I want you to be proud to be with your femmed out girl.

I want to be with you Because you know I want to touch the bristle at the base of your neck To run my hands over your warm strong back And caress your softsolid belly that only butches have I want to be with you because of the way your jeans hang off your hips Low, held on by a cracked leather belt Because of the way your white t-shirt stretches across your broad shoulders And over your flattened breasts Because of the way you stand In your ass kicking boots That would fly the second someone gave me any shit for looking like a "girl".

I want your strong square hands that grip things tightly and smooth things evenly I want your forearms defined and shifting as you plunge into me I want you because You hold doors for me, even though I 'm not supposed to like it Because you are fair and gentle and strong and passionate And rough Just rough enough.

I want you because You are not afraid to kiss me in the middle of the bar, Not afraid of the crackle of sex that happens, Visible to everyone watching I want you because You push me up against a wall, Your weight pressing, Drawing my juices to their rightful places Readying for Your cock The one nestled against your equally juicy cunt I want you because you will fuck me like you own your cock Like it is a tool of your pleasure, not a weapon.

I want you because You carve into me, digging, rooting for my release And when I come you feel it And you let me touch you Let me slide my fingers into your slickness.

I want you because You appreciate a femme in black lingerie And you're not afraid to tell her.

Anonymous