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Kätzchen · 07-29-2010, 09:47 PM

Le Fragrance du Jour

I’ve been on my own for far too long,
Not that this is what I prefer –
It is just the way the ‘cards’ were seemingly dealt:
Even if I wanted to melt
It would take careful timing,
Diligence of mind,
Deliberately applied and felt.

Today, as I make my way into the world,
I stand before my closet –
Scanning my wardrobe, left to right:
Sweaters begin on the left,
Migrating toward the middle of night wear;
Then Slips, garters, stockings and skirts,
Dresses made for a Cascadian night.

Lifting, teasing out, sorting colors I feel akin to,
Holding them close before me –
I decide if I should try them on:
Slipping one on, then relieved
Over and over again, I go
Kinesthetically, making conscious choices,
Until a perfection of fit - has been achieved.

Thus is the fragrance of life that I live by,
Not entirely on my own –
I seek that which is most likely to send these vibrations:
With deep need for me
My desire is to make you groan,
Sated only by your ability
That causes me to moan.

~LDS

(24, November, 2009)

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07-29-2010, 09:47 PM	#6
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Somewhere over the rainbow ツ Posts: 16,053 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 30,111 Thanked 33,509 Times in 10,639 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	*Le Fragrance du Jour* I’ve been on my own for far too long, Not that this is what I prefer – It is just the way the ‘cards’ were seemingly dealt: Even if I wanted to melt It would take careful timing, Diligence of mind, Deliberately applied and felt. Today, as I make my way into the world, I stand before my closet – Scanning my wardrobe, left to right: Sweaters begin on the left, Migrating toward the middle of night wear; Then Slips, garters, stockings and skirts, Dresses made for a Cascadian night. Lifting, teasing out, sorting colors I feel akin to, Holding them close before me – I decide if I should try them on: Slipping one on, then relieved Over and over again, I go Kinesthetically, making conscious choices, Until a perfection of fit - has been achieved. Thus is the fragrance of life that I live by, Not entirely on my own – I seek that which is most likely to send these vibrations: With deep need for me My desire is to make you groan, Sated only by your ability That causes me to moan. ~LDS (24, November, 2009)