Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Femme Fatale

Slipping a slender strap
off a delicate shoulder
I let my silky slip
slither down to pool
around slim ankles
Gracefully I raise a lean leg
shod in red stilettoes
Stepping out 
of the pool of silk
Hands on hips 
I strike a pose for you
all curves and planes
peaks and shadows
I kick off my heels
Elegance in every move I make
as I glide towards you
Struck dumb by desire
You drink in the sight of me

(That’s how I imagine it)

When I slip that strap off 
it refuses to slide 
until my shoulders 
do a vigorous shake
Far from slithering 
down my body
the satin is reluctant 
to part with my waist
clinging to my hips 
mistakenly wanting 
to guard my modesty
Finally it bunches up 
around my feet 
a shapeless mess 
entangled with my heels
I lift a foot 
the slip hangs on
Seductive pose forgotten
I struggle to 
jerk it off
It twines itself 
around my feet
Tripping me up
Bringing me down
in an ungainly heap 
on the floor

(That’s what actually happens)

Why oh why can’t it be
the way it is in the movies?


© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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