My eyes caressed you

I saw you,
Across the room,
As you laughed,
Lightly into the air,
Your head tipped back,
Your raven black hair streaming,
Down your back.

My eyes,
Caressed their way,
Across your shoulders,
And,
As you turned profile to me,
Followed the curve,
Of your bosom.

I was enchanted by,
A glimpse of,
Cleavage,
As you continued,
To turn towards me.

Your eyes were on him.

Mine were on you,
Tracing their way,
Down the row of buttons,
Not quite closing your blouse,
Showing the press,
Of your bare nipples,
Against the transparent lace,
Of your blouse.

The path of buttons led my eyes,
Down,
To the barest hint of skin,
Above the waist,
Of your very,
Very,
Low rise,
Skin tight,
White,
Lace,
Leggings.

Your choice,
Of a nude colored,
Thong,
Held my eyes focus,
As you continued to,
Slowly,
Pirouetted around him,
While the two of you were talking.

I’ve always appreciated,
A shapely rounded bottom,
And yours,
As your slow motion revolving,
Revealed it to me,
Thanks to the transparency,
Of your lace leggings,
Instantly placing it,
At the top of my,
Appreciation list.

My eyes roamed on down,
Two perfectly shaped,
Legs,
Shadowed,
Sparklingly,
By the silver threads,
Woven into your lace leggings.

As my eyes reached,
Your feet,
And started back up,
Again;
I followed those,
Sparklingly outlined,
Perfectly shaped,
Legs,
Up,
As you,
Completed,
The circling of him,
Displaying every side,
Every angle,
Of you body;
Up,
To the glistening,
Sparkle,
Of the triangle,
Both
Covered,
And,
Highlighted,
By your thong.

At the top of my field of vision,
I saw much more skin,
Than the hint you had shown before,
As you stretched your arms,
Up,
And then folded them down,
On top of your head,
Displaying a perfectly shaped,
Navel,
Complete,
With a sparkle,
Nestled within it.

When my eyes,
Again rose to yours,
You winked.

At first,
I thought,
At him.

But then saw,
He had walked,
Off,
Across the room.

Your wink,
Was,
For me.

And I blushed.