Poetry (c) Jade - 2001, vkjade@aol.com  
The Way It Feels (Leather Girl) 
Indecisive 
Making Up For Lost Time 
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The Way It Feels (Leather Girl) 

The way it feels. 
Leather, 
Cool and smooth 
Rubbing against your skin 
I like the contrast of my gloved fingers 
against 
the upraised cock 
that I revere. 
The way you grovel 
at my boots, 
naked, 
breathing heavy, 
begging for 
a taste 
of my tits 
or my pussy, 
makes me whole. 
My adoring slave, 
My reason 
For living. 

Indecisive 

Its not ladylike 
To stumble 
And 
procrastinate 
to not 
be fully 
convinced 
of your own heart 
and 
corresponding regions. 
For now, 
I am 
A schizophrenic 
In the house of love, 
Rendered 
Indecisive 
By too 
Much beauty. 
Equal in potential. 
The stereotypes 
Congregate before me 
In flesh and blood 
And pulsating charm. 
Either brooding, 
Sensitive and feathery 
Black 
Or leonine 
And strutting 
Sweet 
In that 
All American way. 
Make up your mind 
Or you'll have to leave 
alone 
The schoolmarm in me 
Cautions, 
But there's no winner 
Or loser here. 
Its feast or 
Famine, 
and I choose 
feast. 
I'll go on a diet 
Later. 

Making Up For Lost Time 

Like wine 
You've gotten better with age 
The men I knew 
In your absence 
Were all bravado 
With no way to prove their 
Real worth. 
You are different. 
Always were. 
Time has peeled away the lies. 
The man underneath 
The wreckage of the past 
Has come to reclaim me. 
The true glimmer 
In your eyes 
transcends momentary 
Lust 
And seers me 
From mouth 
To nipple 
To the 
Tender pink 
That you crave. 
Come and relive 
The pleasure 
The hot oil dripping down 
Onto your stomach 
And your cock 
As I teased you 
With a massage 
Eros himself 
Would envy. 
Come back 
into my bed 
make me 
tremble 
with the 
new wisdom 
steeping 
in your 
body.