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Cutting a dash (2) Love hurries the morrow by urging the night
The steam, the body lotion, the shower gel, the Shampoo, the time spent together in the shower The heat of the room, the shaving foam, the rustle Of cellophane, the scent of new stockings, the Aftershave, the perfume, the non-existent lingerie The giddy flesh, the tempting lips and then for the Lady, the artful preparation of slipping Into Nothing at all
Of such stuff dreams are made and men brought To their knees. Castles are built and fortunes made For nothing on earth drives a man to success like Love, especially tasting the flesh of the apple fresh From the tree, fresh from the shower. Lovers flirting Between rooms in delicious measures of deshabille
White shirt, black pants, gold watch, gold cuff Links... Perfumed stocking, perfumed cleavage Perfumed…And the night begins
The lady knows how good she looks her mirror Tells he so every day but more than that her Body tells her so too. It is not by accident that Naked or clothed she can turn heads and turn Men to putty. She is woman from head to toe And so too her collection of wardrobes cutting A dash with every swish of every hanger. Open Any door to find dresses to take a man's breath Away. Dresses to dazzle, dresses to flash and Dresses to arouse those two devious spirits of Cupidity – lust and avarice. Well, a figure of Such stunning deportment deserves an admiring Eye whatever the impulse
It is said that new love will push old love out Of the way, but that is not strictly true, especially In the case of a casual fling; when nothing is lost And nothing is gained save perhaps for a few hours Of fleeting pleasure. Not to everyone's taste naturally But it happens and all the pietism in the world will Not alter human nature and thus such encounters Are entered into and exited with eyes wide open in The knowledge they may be brushed under the carpet Papered over and forgotten and loss, if loss there Was, no more than a hapless packet of seeds
They loved each other with a passion and both Lived life to the full and when apart life Fulfilled their every need. Back home, a whiff Of unfamiliar cologne or perfume drew a quizzical Eye but only as a stimulant to an enthusiastic 'little Something' later spent in a sensual atmosphere of Heated exuberance. Infidelity? Not all bad news Then
Cutting a dash, effortless style and the trappings of Wealth – formidable instruments of gluttony and Temptation. When enough is never enough and the Night is young. So young in fact that a tux or a Dazzling dress out on their own may in the heat of The moment cultivate a longing for contact, someone To hold, someone to touch, someone to…
The Roller braked, the chauffeur alighted and the Lounge rose en masse craning their necks in an effort To see who of such opulence was to presently grace Their company. Not hard to find company when your Ghost was seen arriving and your driver loading The lift. Watched from the foyer to the room, from The room to the bar and from the bar to the restaurant Money dining alone, back at the bar alone…
Money, the root of all evil and also the means by which Heaps of evil may be procured should that be to your Wish or whim. 'Whim,' what a lovely word,'I did it on A whim,' a perfunctory action, no fault of your own Then? Soft lights, music and suitors galore. A backless Dress and the back of a daring hand, daring to make It's presence felt whilst in the other a forgiving cocktail A carefully prepared 'Sweet Heat' purchased on the Recommendation of the sommelier
Where was her husband, what did he do? Casual idle Curiosity, nimbly dealt with and side-stepped with Heaps of feminine flair. A predator flair careful not To drive away what could easily be the catch of the Night. Smart, handsome, well educated, no rough Edges, hands superbly manicured and ready to please Nothing too hasty, too soon, but definitely potential For later
Later came around sooner than expected. The more she Looked at him the more she wanted him. Here was a Man money couldn't possibly buy and securing his Attention a test, or so she thought, of every skill in her Book. Was it cleavage, legs, eyes? What was his weakness And how to appeal to it without appearing obvious or Worse still desperate?
There are things money can buy and things far beyond The crudity of cash and this was one of those occasions What he didn't know was how she felt about him, all He knew was how he felt about her and being a man of Means he knew his wealth was of no consequence To a woman who already had it all and thus money Was never going to spring the locks on her lingerie Tonight. So, how to impress? Was it to be formal or casual?
Like the title of a poem 'Love finds a way' indeed love Does, love in a lift to be precise, love in an elevator on a Journey to fresh heights of escapism, risk and unashamed Selfishness… but, I'm getting ahead of myself
He was already in the lift when she joined him, both Urgently en route for their rooms and their wardrobes He found her absolutely stunning in a way that entered And left his body through every follicle of every hair That presently tingled with anticipation. For her part Too many mirrors, nowhere to look but the floor. So close She could feel his body heat, hear him breathing. It was Then a daring hand again reached out touching her Wanting her. She turned, their eyes met and taking a Key from his pocket he disabled the elevator which came To a silent but abrupt halt pushing the two occupants Together. No need for words now, words would spoil Everything. It was his lift, his hotel and his duty to
Afford every guest his best attention at all times...
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