Shoulders

Not the usual curves

No, not the obvious attractions

Instead it was her shoulders

Uncovered and strapless

Creamy white

Strong curves

Confident

No chips

Ready for the wheel

The more he looked

The more obsessed he became

Inflamed

By a body part he’d never considered much

A place for a friendly pat

Encouraging touch

Now central to his infatuation

Fetish obsession

It was all he could do to remain in his seat

Watching her perfect shoulders

Dance

Sway and bob

Away from him

 

David Trudel     ©  2012

 

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