Stockings

The grid nets grip tight Caressing the smooth skin Inside lies the compact It carves deeper in her leg She likes it because she’s like that Knows exactly how and where to put it at Ferociously soothing fingers contour Luring you deeper in her trance Mentions of pleasure fissures Wanting to take scissors to those erotic stockings Blocking previous devastation Recreation renewing what I once felt As the clips are undone The grid nets slip loose Induced by the lace embrace I replace the wasted aftermath Basking in the skin bath I transpose to my own reality The rest falls prey to the savage Leaving me to ravage the captivation I behol