Black Lace

        Hey, baby, I'm dying for
        just a hint of your black lace
        Save the Laura Ashley for your grandmother -
        I want to run my nails along
        fishnet stockings, then leather
        I want to see your hair disarrayed
        your face freed from its mask of propriety
        I want to taste your skin
        and give in to your wildest notions

        This may not be the moment
        for you to strip me down to my high heels -
        but burn me with your eyes
        and let the tilt of your slim neck reveal
        what tigress fires lurk beneath
        Give me just a hint of your black lace
        to feed my restless imagination
        until night falls once more...

                         -AC Missias