someharmindreaming: The voice of the guide and the steps of his murmuring entourage disappear down t
someharmindreaming: The voice of the guide and the steps of his murmuring entourage disappear down the stairs It is almost quiet There is hot sun streaming in through tall, velvet shrouded windows A blazing shaft in which you unhitch your dress Let it fall round your feet You stand as I drop your knickers You stand as I unhitch and pocket your bra You close your eyes Breathe deep the musk of the room The beeswax, the floor oil, the oak You are my servant I am master of this house I wish to take you now -- source link