A Winter Scene

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Dazzling snowflakes pattern shadows on the ceiling,
Their refracted shards of chandeliered light reflecting back
On glowing pink cheeks;
Striped satin skin
Igniting sparks in sapphire eyes.

Get on your knees.

The cheval shows
Two lovers,
Shivering;
Not from cold,
But from heat.

Bow your head.

With an appropriately attired nod to the elements,
She dons her boots,
Stilettos sharper than the outside air.

Put your hands behind your back.

The silk scarf,
And the sensual threads of binding
Promise it possesses…

 Yes, Mistress…

Is for him.

Inspired by the Free Write Friday prompt ‘scarf’.  This was my take on the subject.  😉

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  1. wildoats1962

    I don’t recall having seen this side of you before. Interesting. The longer and sharper the stilettos the worse they are for walking. I recommend sitting down and having your slave lick them.

    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      Well, I *am* multi-faceted. A regular diamond in the buff. (Or something like that. Lol.). I can rock the stilettos, but I don’t go in for slaves, Wild. Nor is boot licking in my repertoire.

      This was written in response to a free-write prompt, and let’s just say I don’t believe in reigning in my imagination. 😉

    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      I was remembering the whip sting and bite of Heartland winter winds when I wrote that phrase. I’m glad the imagery came across.

      Thanks for visiting. I appreciate your comment.

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