you know what to do
[the first stanza of my longer poem called “wrap (in four moves)”] © Emmaleela
(model: me) © Emmaleela
dare to bare: overexposure (part 5)
Her hands went off my legs and began unbuttoning the rest of my dress which I watched almost hypnotised for a few seconds, almost disbelieving what I was seeing….
dare to bare: party tricks (part 4)
Her fingers carelessly brushed across my cleavage and said she’d like to see my bra and promptly shifted the other side of my dress open exposing both of my breasts held within the soft green and lace……
dare to bare: less is more (part 3)
this interminable rush to the surface that tightened and tempted each sinew and muscle, each cell of my skin, the lines of my intimate curves…
dare to bare: I did so (part 2)
one arm draped over my head and my skirt hesitantly hitched even further up my thigh I did what he asked….
dare to bare: beginnings (part 1)
The next request took me by surprise……… to pull the blouse even lower down one side, the left shoulder and arm until it uncovers….