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Whisky for courage I take off my clothes I lie down on my stomach
and we are climbing the stairs one by one an offering
ringing the bell slowly  
entering dim scented rooms last i peel off stockings My heartbeat punctuates the soft music
a kiss, a handshake and the moment is upon me and I am naked in front of strangers and I wonder who I am
     
My eyes are bound

and warm hands are upon me

anoint my body with precious oils
The firm touch of a man

and the lighter touch of a woman

up and down in a smooth rhythm

gliding across my skin

i start to relax

and fingers ask my legs apart

softening my buttocks

playing inside my thighs

upwards and inwards

to my still centre
"Tourne toi " says a voice

but my ears no longer hear

they are listening to the hands

and cannot understand

I roll onto my back

 
and the fingers probing

i part my legs

raise my knees

as the waves rise

the hands explore inside me

move me

I see the world in red hot colours

The wave carries me
     
As I sat there on the chair

she came to me

and kneeling before me

placed her hands on my thighs

pushed them apart

and I obedient present my naked sex

for her inspection

 

 and with her finger tips

gently plucking the petals of my flower

my burning cheeks flaming

my sex damp as the dewfall

on an autumn morning

i opened to her touch