The Reflection Of The Romance

I know that you’re
Trying to get
Ready for work.

Standing in front of
Your full length mirror,
Making things just so,

Blouse halfway buttoned,
Teasing me…

No,

Torturing me.

So, you probably
Think that I’m being
A pest,
Standing behind you…

Consuming the richness
Of what I see,

Just the most beautiful,
Sexy,
Compelling woman
That ever graced
This Earth.

Can you blame me,
For putting
My hands
On your hips
As you continue
Your routine
In front of the mirror?

Can you blame me,
For edging forward,
Touching
The curvature
Of your derriere?

Well,
You probably can,

And then you’ll shoo
Me away
As you try to get
That blouse buttoned
Shielding your lingerie,
From my eyes.

So…
I’ll keep my hands
Right there
On your hips.

I promise,

I promise,
I won’t move
My hands provocatively…

Unless of course,

You want me to.

What I can promise as well,
Is that the next time
You pull back your hair
From your neck
To fiddle
With an earring,

My lips will be there…

Just to sense your skin
On mine,

Just to taste you
One last time
Before work separates
Us for an eternity…

9 hours,

Until
You return,

And we can pick back up,
Where we left off last night…

Embers smoldering still,
Ready to rekindle
That furious flame
And burning
For consummation.

So…

I’m in a bit of
A jam,

Standing behind,
The beautiful woman
In front of me.

Wanting so badly
To be with you…

But willing to savor
For now
The fantasy of the future…

Looking in that mirror
At you,

Wanting you,

So enraptured
By the reflection
Of the romance.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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