With each word he read
her pretense
slipped further down
unbuttoning
one at a time
each quiet fear
disrobing slowly
the modesty
shyly hiding
under flowing fabrics
brushing her skin
undressing gently
inhibitions her conscience
strived to keep covered
baring
at last
the sensuous center
of the woman
born anew
©MidwestFantasy
06/13/2017
Ph|Markus Jans
Midwest Fantasy Writes 
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So delicate….. my mind undoing each button as I read this 🌹🌹🌹
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Oh I like that
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He stood ill prepared for her opening
Each button undone like a knife slicing
Contents of a letter that had been lost
At sea, the wind picking it to test strength
When sails wouldn’t do. He held the oar fast
Steering the boat towards its landing place
At her feet. He had nothing to ask her standing
Like an invitation to his shy soul seeking solace
Sliced open with the knife undoing each button
Opening her consciousness, at last standing still.
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This is brilliant! Oh my gosh I love it so much. What a perfect response to mine
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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I am putting together a collection of the comments add going to post them as Sapphic Fragments with a little made up back story… what do you think?
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Sounds intriguing.
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Hope to wrap it up today. Will send.
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just lovely
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Thanks so much😊
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[…] The actual source of inspiration can be found here at Midwest Fantasy Writes: https://midwestfantasy.wordpress.com/2017/06/13/unbuttoning-her-true-self/ […]
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Beautiful!
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TY so much!
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