For your eyes only A fuchsia hot pink silk dress Plunging neck line With long petals and strands of the same coloured silk That hangs from my breast To the floor Then gathers as if a pool Of fuchsia hot pink love Puddles around my feet This is to be my bridal dress this night We are to play out our wedding night The fuchsia forms a fishtail train no it is spun like a monarch train no it trails a full 8 carriages like a royal cathedral train On top of dark wood floors and white tiles I wear a gold ring heart shaped A ring my mother gave me of gold diamonds and a large eye shaped blue emerald sapphire faceted fashioned for a princess in waiting fabricated in your homeland delivered to me somehow You saw the dress hanging Beneath my black coat on the brass hook behind my door You told me to put it on You touched the lap of the cloth I said it was silk you stroked your face against it Leaned into the thin fabric You purr almost cat like You gesture for me to take it off I asked you to help me You put your hands beneath the high cut leaves of tissue below my hips and parted the curtain of silk to peer at my legs my thighs I pulled the zipper down on the side You pulled me to stand with you you pushed the silk from the forked plunged neckline of my collarbone over my shoulders with both hands Releasing itself from my shoulders The dress fell catching at my hips I did not have much on underneath You then unlatched my bra Struggling to Find the key You kissed my nipples one by one You said off I corrected you Spelling out the words Take it off Yes take off Your exclamation point Now! I pulled downwards on the fuchsia tissue past my hips And the dress fell like gathered smoke Gathering piles like pools of fuchsia pink like blood and my Love on the dark wood floor At my feet My blood typed out as long leaves of fuchsia pink silk My toes and ankles immersed in the flood The hot pink love I wore this dress once before only your eyes upon me whilst making my way up the staircase to greet you You had been waiting in the street unable to find the red door with the white number four upon it You walked towards me your mouth Broad charmed to greet me with your large almond flake eyes widening He did not see me the person who left you there to come find me Or perhaps All my neighbours stole glances that peer from behind closed curtains and dimmed front rooms This dress your gaze upon it this is my gift to you only for you For Your eyes only may see me greet me in this state My fushia hot pink blood my fuchsia hot pink love wrapped around me My body gift wrapped for you Then My body unwrapped My wedding gift The Wedding night prize Unwrapped I step out from within the pool of fuchsia blood for you the Wild hot pink Silk like flesh That drapes and hangs as curtains Flimsily around my hips Structured in my back Wearily around my thighs Strained against the arch or my back that turns to heave over the pale soft caramel of my lower back side I step out from within the pool of fuchsia blood for you My body my skin will resemble in parts the fuchsia cloth released and pooling around my ankles In parts Your hand the clap of thunder as yous strike with both hands at once Behind my lower back my butt my arse la fesse You. smooth over the hot pink colour with soothing circles of your hands like the oceans effervescent lap of white foam after the wave crashes on to the sand Covered shore line It marks the outline of land and sea to The open ocean Of my homeland and the journey towards yours The starting line the demarcation point A line of green leaves peppered over the crease in fine thin cigarette paper Sweet foreign smells My Italian perfume Your Middle eastern Argan oil Ouad and Shea butter soap Your eyelashes underlining your eyes As bags of sleep do mine The full stops dotted all over my face and body The largest one next to my nipple on my breast is where you begin I search for your freckle placed on your right side of your lower back in between your arse and hip bone nearing your pelvis the other Placed derrière I stroke the back of my fingernais against your spine Inclined towards you A deep physical connection I called gods name in the act Second and third round You hit the headboard In the first With the tip of your white blood Large pools of effervescent life Your blood is the colourless white Translucent shots piecing like bullets filing the air the sound pierces the air Then filled with my full hollow moans You fired seven rounds My lungs release My throat burns You will leave traces of yourself here on me For a decade to come And I will be forgotten in the passing days to come of wedding bells And gold ringed finger tips However it will not be my ring fingers dressed in your love your promise to God This is for someone who’s blood is too close for my comfort to your own. So I take this night from a woman Unknown to either of us I take it for me I take your white blood drawn with My witchcraft My eyelashes My lips My mouth My words My kisses My red door with the White number 4 upon it My fushia hot pink blood drawn like silk from your white blood knotted like freshwater pearls over pale golden caramel honeycomb Yes I take this night from you to give to me whilst you are still out collecting your jar full of hearts My prize This night Tonight I take it with my eyes For my eyes only.
"Been sooo long since January we should of done this already"