Snip Snip

Waiting patiently

Eager to please

her tools lined up

Ready to tease

her elegant scissors

His silver letter knife

Already she felt her shivers

And heat between thighs

He sat down to watch

A glint in His eye

And His hand on His crotch

Watching and waiting as her hand stroked her thigh

Scissors in hand

she begins her plan

Buttons on blouse

Removed to arouse

Snip, snip

Cotton parts

With each button

Exposing flesh

Above her heart

Snip, snip

Cotton slips

From shoulders

To floor

Exposing her flesh, bearing almost all

Scissors discarded

Knife taken up

The blade unguarded

As she began to cut

Skirt spilt

From hem to waist

With a flick

Fabric falls with slithering haste

Blade point moves

To in between breasts

Cold against flesh as it quickly removes

The delicate lace that covers chest

Nipples peak

As blade slips across

His arousal complete

And composure and resolve almost lost

her seductive smile

As blade slips down

her breathing wild

Pleasure unbound

Black lace tops

Shredded

Suspenders popped

Sensations leaving her light headed

Sweeping the silver

Beneath soaked lace

Again her body shivers

As she looks to His face

In seconds He was there

Knife in His grasp

Pausing to stare

As she shuddered and gasped

The look in his eye

Said so much

It was time to comply

And submit to His touch.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Huge thanks to Master Black for supplying the picture).