Soft

Soft....

Charmed skin smooth as gossamer
Creamy satin delicate entrapments
No movement is ever required.

She sits straight impassive evening queen
bland smooth flawless baby skin
Sweet swathe of lascivious softness
Accoutrements implausible frosty exposure
Exquisite entrapments feline fortitude
Fragile domination wispy opulence
Lacing her feet..
No expense spared.

One leg cockily crosses the other
Subtle haughty obsessive posture
Hand clutching the knee unaware
Clinging to a paralyzed composure.

What graceful capture  her lacy entanglements
Covetous clambering coiling serpents
climbing twin silk ankles and calves like
Urgent  insistence.

...
Dreaming of stepping down..
Handing back the crown of
Pain upon the apointed
Throne of baroque elegance...
The soft moment squanders itself
In calculated pause, in a breath abates,
heels elongate like nasty spikes
Of determination.

Suave cautious watchful charisma
Soon she will teeter and sashay the arena
Sauntering accross slippery see through
Glass floor of  boadacious ballroom dramas...

A dilettante's dilemmas
Are naught.
In the marketplace of
Vanity Fair
A plan, a plot, luxurious
concoctions of dreamy elixirs
And watchful beauty encaged
In fear...
Obedience sought.

At the cocktail hour
She is up on her feet flying in slow motion
A strapped and bound up tight
Do it yourself Cinderella.

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