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"Chanal #5"



"Chanal #5"

We're going out tonight and I'm already at my favorite part of the evening, watching you get dressed!
You're out of the shower, dried off, standing in front of the mirror putting on the first and the last thing you'll ware tonight, Chanal #5, you say "it makes a woman feel Elegant!" I say "you feel the same with or without it, you just smell better." You laugh, I smile, cause and effect. You spray a cloud of perfume from head to toe and do a twirl in the midst of it stopping in your goddess pose. (The only woman who can model perfume.)
Next comes the black lace lingerie and stockings, and if I'm a good boy, (meaning not trying to get between her and the lingerie, I'm not always good!) I get to help with the stocking. (Oftentimes leading back to the issue that caused me to not get to help with the stocking in the first place) but we have reservations tonight so I'm a good boy!
Now comes my favorite, "The Little Black Dress," every woman is supposed to have one, if they do I never noticed, I know you do and I love it! It looks so good on you that you aren't allowed out of the house with it on unless I'm with you! It fits you perfectly, not too tight but just tight enough to hold your hips the way my hands do when we're making love and neither of us can slow your roll. It shows just enough cleavage for a voluptuous presentation of your black pearls and a beautiful bare spot on the back big enough for my hand to play in when we dance. Your three inch heels bring you right up to perfect kissing height, I give you a spin, test out the kissing height thing, (ahh, perfect!) and then out the door.

She asked me why I 'm walking behind her as we head into the Restaurant, the reasons are twofold; Firstly, so that I can watch your hips playing with the "Little Black Dress" (and make sure no one else does) and Secondly, for that next moment when you look back over your shoulder, smile at me reaching back for me with your hand to let me know you want me by your side. I can never refuse that smile and soon I am where I should be, by your side with my arm around your waist and yours around mine.
The Restaurant is one of our favorites, it has candle lit tables for two, great food, live music and a dance floor. We eat, share two glasses of wine, and dance the night away. I love that you kick off your shoes in-between dances so I can rub your feet while we catch our breath. I also love how your feet misbehave in my lap under the table, making it hard to get to the next dance! (oop's, pun!)
I just sit staring at the candle light flickering in your eyes and loving that bad girl smile I get when my hands run up to the silk lengths of your stockings too your thigh. I know it's time for our last dance and I know you're feeling me. Our last dance is a slow dance that doesn't end until we're back at home starting my next favorite part of the night; say goodbye to "The Little Black Dress" gonna miss you! I get to help with the stocking again, (this time only if I promise to be a bad boy!) Next getting between you and your lingerie. And now we're back at that place that I could have been content to have stayed at all evening long, that place with nothing between me and my and my baby but Chanal #5, and yes she does feel Elegant!

Now I'm thinking about putting that pearl necklace back on you!
(Bad Boy!)

About this poem

I have always loved those things about women that make them so different from men. The way we prepare for an evening out is one of those things. I loved watching my girl get ready for the evening, I usually get to watch because I would be ready a half hour before her but I didn't mind, it was all joy with her!

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Written on September 09, 1988

Submitted by Spiritbreeze on October 02, 2021

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