Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? See the stitches curve and crawl Round the cunning seams-- Patterns thin and sweet and small As a lady's dreams. Wantons go in bright brocade; Brides in organdie; Gingham's for the plighted maid; Satin's for the free! Wool's to line a miser's chest; Crepe's to calm the old; Velvet hides an empty breast Satin's for the bold! Lawn is for a bishop's yoke; Linen's for a nun; Satin is for wiser folk-- Would the dress were done! Satin glows in candlelight-- Satin's for the proud! They will say who watch at night, "What a fine shroud!"
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
RUN IT slowly through sensitive finger-tip skin. Black satin shimmers. FEEL IT creamily smooth like alchemized liquid. Black satin scintillates. HOLD IT cool against lips and breathe slowly in. Black satin stimulates. TRY IT sensuously folded for more sinuous cling. Black satin slithers. WEAR IT bravely, accentuate bedtime's nakedity. Black satin satiates. THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
A sheet of white satin
Half covers her curves Her back is exposed And my passion stirs The rising sun’s rays Set her contours aglow She’s sleeping half naked And my urges grow The arc of her back Exposes her spine Each dimple and ridge Make her look divine Her arm, raised above her Entangled in hair Displaying a breast At her ******, I stare This sheet of white satin Clings to hip and to cheek Beneath it the treasure That I must now seek She’s just laying there Asleep, so sublime My temperature’s rising I hope she’ll be mine The rise of her hip Its treasure below I’m burning inside Its pleasures to know That sheet of white satin Drapes just her backside I must get closer So towards her I slide I stretch out my arm Such a tentative reach So sad an attempt To, that white satin breach I entice the white satin To slip from her cheek Exposing her buttock It’s the crevice I seek I sense she is stirring I’m frozen with fear Close my eyes tight So asleep to appear When I open my eyes Not a thing in my bed Just a sheet of white satin It was all in my head BOEMS BY JA 442