Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Cynthia likes to
Wear silk; she likes its
Smoothness against her
Skin, loves the way it

Runs over her flesh
Like a lover’s hand.
Sometimes she puts on
Silk underwear to

Work at the office,
To feel its sexy
Sensuousness as
She walks from desk to

Desk and then sits down.
Sometimes she wears none
At all, but misses
The silky caress

That she loves the best.
Now sitting on the
Polished floor in the
Manager’s office

While he’s at lunch, she
Senses the coldness
Through the silkiness,
Feels her flesh tingle,

The goose bumps coming
Along the tense thighs.
At home, in the hushed
Privacy of her

Rooms, she walks naked,
Imagining a
Young Marlon Brando
Following her with

His eyes or she wears
A silky nightgown
And struts from bed to
Window like some French

Sexy actress in
A late night film. But
Now sitting on the
Manager’s office

Floor, gazing around
The room, sniffing the
Air, feeling the touch
Of hardness on her

Ass, the cold touch, the
Silkiness so thin,
She wonders, if she
Hadn’t been just an

Office girl, what else
She may have been and
Silky soaked in sin.

silky baby- sweet

thank you, creativesoul.

a mean old lady, diamonded and silked
passed the kids at recess who had milked
the guts from worms and wiped them on their pants
and then she graced them with her prissy rants
of how they'd all be better off when cleaned...
but what's her silk but worms guts that are screened?

thank you, Joel.