Wake Up

Wake Up

Slow and furtive it goes into her bedroom. Without touching travel over her body.
The red on her foot nails start to glow.
Slowly climbing her legs, that are no bare free, only covered in parts by a bed sheet.
Following a line jumps over the knees, climbing the thighs and a little up finds the first touch of fabric.
Sometimes blue, others pink or even black, barely covering. And while it journeys this second skin her body stars to get warm.
A sudden rise and the fabric becomes two straps that rise to the neck and discover her hair.
The light on her face makes her turn around, a slow motion that for a second shows the lace fabric that covers her intimacy.
And as such dreams leave the stage, and let another day go.

Kisses
Jessica

Ps. New dress for Saturday, to go see an event-contest, and then to go dancing