The feel and the scent.

Stretching

the fabric over my fingerends.blunt.

It makes softer

it blurs out any flaw or indiscretion

it smooths and glistens.

A striptease in reverse

I unfold my leg to the pointed toe

and roll it on up in a sinuous embrace.

 The business end, pulling taut the sticky rubber button and dressing it in nylon and clipping fast the snap.

then back to Egypt.

head over my shoulder, the slightly blurred and vacant gaze as I tweak my seams admire my shapely calf and thigh and ankle.The tilt of my chin, the dark blue point of my unfocussed eyes, my hair falling over my forehead.

I see how it elicits want, how my finger's unconscious fumble stirs.

 Such a sensuous occupation

such a reverie in lingerie

 a delightful thing to take such pleasure in

To hold myself,to dream and drown in the scents of the underwear drawer the cold coal scent of lace,crackling, the sharp freeze of satin and the warm rubber smell of intimate pink nylon.

Such sex I shall have in these stockings.

I shall keep them on.