FISHNET STOCKINGS

He’s coming tonight and my body is ripe
for the pleasure I know he’ll provide.
I think of the way that body fits mine
and burn with a lust I can’t hide.

Imagine his face as I open the door
in my sexiest black lingerie;
his eyes will light up with pure delight
when he sees how I’ve spent my day.

I’ve spared no expense on dinner for us,
buying everything he loves to eat.
The Champagne’s on ice so I can toast
to the lover I’ve prayed I would meet.

I’ll tease and confuse him as all women
can before I give in to his charms.
Make no mistake though, before this night’s
over, he’ll be taking me into his arms.

An hour to go till my plan can bear fruit
so its time for the spa to be run.
My fantasies take on a life of their own
as my body joins in on the fun.

My juices are flowing with anticipation
of the passionate night I have planned;
neither of us will be sleeping at all
as our bodies at last take command.

I slowly disrobe and slip into the spa
and bubbles spill onto the floor.
With sensual strokes I wash quivering flesh,
a preview of what lies in store.

Lost in the pleasure I almost forget how
much time is left till he’s here;
Though he wouldn’t mind me staying like this,
I’m determined to wear my sexy gear.

Reluctantly climbing out of the spa,
I reach for my sweet smelling oil.
From the moment I open that door tonight
I’ll make sure all his passions will boil.

Now the finishing touches are put into place,
the outfit I’ve chosen with care.
A French maid in stilettos, later I’ll strip
to fishnet stockings and no underwear.

No make up to hide the flush of my cheeks
and the glow that his loving will bring,
I’m ready to show him how I love my man
as at last I hear my doorbell ring.
© Sandra Anne Beal