He had a peculiar taste
And as he watched his wife dress,
In stockings and suspenders
And her shortest tightest dress yet
And put on her make up
He thought she looked sublime,
Thought I can’t believe this woman is mine.
But his peculiar taste was to let her date,
Meet new men and let her play,
She would then tell him all about it or bring them home,
For him to see her taken to the sensual, pleasure zone
And see her intoxicated in another’s embrace,
To watch her savoured was his peculiar taste,
Seeing het slowly stripped and teased,
Then taken to a climax where she would moan at the peak
It drove him insane.
She had an awesome figure
Long slim legs and ample breasts,
The things that men seem to love best,
He love watching her in passion still half dressed.
He had a peculiar taste that many could not understand
But this was his thing
And it didn’t make him bad
And she loved him for letting her having such fun,
Everyone has something different that turns them on.
Via:Daily Prompt: Perculiar
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