A Bothered Mind Looks In The Mirror Comments

I. In front of the mirror she sits painting the age off like an artist. She is a queen upon her throne here amongst the brushes, make-up, perfumes and the reflection of me in the corner of her life.
II. She catches me looking at her then moves enough, so that her skirt rides up her leg showing me the fancy lace at the top of her stocking. It is what I want and it is what she holds over me.
III. I rise up from the bed and stand behind her. My six feet seems to tower over her as she puts on the ruby red lipstick. I begin rubbing her almost bare shoulders easing the unseen tension away.
IV. My surprise comes quickly as I take a knee and pull her full breasts into me. She laughs that crazy laugh, because she knows I’m trapped. Our lips meet in a passionate embrace as the electricity touches our bare skin.
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