Gemma Rhodes
01-17-2006, 04:18 PM
Not sure if you have read this before but if not - enjoy!
In order to live out her fantasy right,
He'll pamper her body and soul tonight
On the eve of her eighteenth, beginning at ten
Only she knows just how it will end
This night, a new birth, a recreation
Begins with a bath and intense depilation
Her baby-smooth skin, once veiled by hair
Now slinky all over and beautifully bare
Beeswax and yeast restore and repair
A two-minute facelift with time to spare
He then powders her skin until soft and dry
And fastens false lashes to the lid of each eye
He masks and pencils her brows just so
Mascara and liner to frame each window
Then cover, lest anything blue show through
Not for this lady - that just wouldn't do
Liquid foundation to soften and blend
That which nature has not been so kind to yet mend
Two shades of eyeshadow; dark fades up to light
Tired eyes awaken under silvery white
Blush kisses cheeks like the sun in July
Powder sets to keep face and neck fresh and dry
Hair in a cap is now pulled back tight
A perfect wo-mannequin! A canvas delight!
Foundation creation has all been fun
But for this dress-up doll, it's only begun!
He restrains her friend gently in the cleft of her rear
Stretch Lycra nets make it all disappear
Nude sheer-to-waist pantyhose create the effect
Of legs which other means cannot perfect
In order to avoid an unpleasant gaffe
A thong secures her better half
Supple silicone supports subtle sacs
Providing this girl the substance she lacks
A dab here and there to blur the lines
Between real and unreal, where logic resigns
Into black bodybriefer she daintily slips
Her hands gently securing it over her hips
While she can still bend, backseam stockings are drawn
Up to where they'll be fastened when garters are on
On corset! Tight-lacing - a delicate task
Such spellbinding pleasure in which to bask
Exhaling completely, she collapses the laces
A sweet tear of joy for each inch it erases
Once all the foundations are placed and set
Hands roam o'er the landscape of this pretty pet
Alas, are they hers, or of those whom she's been?
Or does it really matter what state her head's in?
Bedecked in fine lingerie, and feeling fine, too
For this girl there's still much more to do
Tucking and smoothing and straightening her seams
She twirls with a wink toward her wardrobe of dreams
She pulls open the doors with anticipation
Of what lay inside, perhaps some new creation?
Or a classic revisited, all joys to behold
Sharing all her best secrets, until now untold
Wide-eyed, she scans a surfeit of styles
From working-class cottons to exotic textiles
Garments fit for a queen or the lowliest wh0re
Tonight, she'll be both - oh yes - and much more!
She closes her eyes and strokes each one
Letting touch alone guide her to what she will don
Her hand comes to rest on red sequined gown
Why not? This girl is going to town!
Stepping into the ensemble, arms dip into sleeves
Then over her shoulders, a drawstring retrieves
The hard-to-reach zipper to draw and deck
This lovely encasement at the nape of her neck
A fetish like this would be incomplete
If our sweet ingénue had no shoes on her feet
Stilettos, red satin; with six-inch spiked heels
With criss-crossing straps - how right it all feels!
On the shelf of the closet, such luxurious fare
An assorted selection of beautiful hair!
Wigs of all colors, lengths and styles
Truly a womanly collection of wiles
He selects which wig will best match her gown
It's enormously wavy, long and brown
He brushes and styles it and sprays it to set
And it's not even on her head just yet!
He places her crown with the utmost care
And gently pins down her new head of hair
It screams, "fully ferocious femme fatale!"
A glorious topping of sweet caramel
When it comes to jewelry, she'll earn every gift
Though she'll love all the 'work' on her little night shift
Hoop earrings, necklaces, bracelets and rings
Are merely a few of her favorite things
Le piéce de resistance, saved best for last
A garnish of fruit on succulent repast
A torturous wait for her session's closure
Without which, surely would be indecent exposure!
He borders each lip with a black cherry bow
And blends in with stick to a deep merlot
Glistening gloss has never yet bled
These lips, for the asking, give such great red!
Our maiden is finished from head to toe
But just what she looks like, she doesn't yet know!
Her image directed through professional eyes
With nary a mirror to spoil her surprise
Our girl has been spoiled by Hollywood's best
He's the 'he' in the story as you may have guessed.
In order to live out her fantasy right,
He'll pamper her body and soul tonight
On the eve of her eighteenth, beginning at ten
Only she knows just how it will end
This night, a new birth, a recreation
Begins with a bath and intense depilation
Her baby-smooth skin, once veiled by hair
Now slinky all over and beautifully bare
Beeswax and yeast restore and repair
A two-minute facelift with time to spare
He then powders her skin until soft and dry
And fastens false lashes to the lid of each eye
He masks and pencils her brows just so
Mascara and liner to frame each window
Then cover, lest anything blue show through
Not for this lady - that just wouldn't do
Liquid foundation to soften and blend
That which nature has not been so kind to yet mend
Two shades of eyeshadow; dark fades up to light
Tired eyes awaken under silvery white
Blush kisses cheeks like the sun in July
Powder sets to keep face and neck fresh and dry
Hair in a cap is now pulled back tight
A perfect wo-mannequin! A canvas delight!
Foundation creation has all been fun
But for this dress-up doll, it's only begun!
He restrains her friend gently in the cleft of her rear
Stretch Lycra nets make it all disappear
Nude sheer-to-waist pantyhose create the effect
Of legs which other means cannot perfect
In order to avoid an unpleasant gaffe
A thong secures her better half
Supple silicone supports subtle sacs
Providing this girl the substance she lacks
A dab here and there to blur the lines
Between real and unreal, where logic resigns
Into black bodybriefer she daintily slips
Her hands gently securing it over her hips
While she can still bend, backseam stockings are drawn
Up to where they'll be fastened when garters are on
On corset! Tight-lacing - a delicate task
Such spellbinding pleasure in which to bask
Exhaling completely, she collapses the laces
A sweet tear of joy for each inch it erases
Once all the foundations are placed and set
Hands roam o'er the landscape of this pretty pet
Alas, are they hers, or of those whom she's been?
Or does it really matter what state her head's in?
Bedecked in fine lingerie, and feeling fine, too
For this girl there's still much more to do
Tucking and smoothing and straightening her seams
She twirls with a wink toward her wardrobe of dreams
She pulls open the doors with anticipation
Of what lay inside, perhaps some new creation?
Or a classic revisited, all joys to behold
Sharing all her best secrets, until now untold
Wide-eyed, she scans a surfeit of styles
From working-class cottons to exotic textiles
Garments fit for a queen or the lowliest wh0re
Tonight, she'll be both - oh yes - and much more!
She closes her eyes and strokes each one
Letting touch alone guide her to what she will don
Her hand comes to rest on red sequined gown
Why not? This girl is going to town!
Stepping into the ensemble, arms dip into sleeves
Then over her shoulders, a drawstring retrieves
The hard-to-reach zipper to draw and deck
This lovely encasement at the nape of her neck
A fetish like this would be incomplete
If our sweet ingénue had no shoes on her feet
Stilettos, red satin; with six-inch spiked heels
With criss-crossing straps - how right it all feels!
On the shelf of the closet, such luxurious fare
An assorted selection of beautiful hair!
Wigs of all colors, lengths and styles
Truly a womanly collection of wiles
He selects which wig will best match her gown
It's enormously wavy, long and brown
He brushes and styles it and sprays it to set
And it's not even on her head just yet!
He places her crown with the utmost care
And gently pins down her new head of hair
It screams, "fully ferocious femme fatale!"
A glorious topping of sweet caramel
When it comes to jewelry, she'll earn every gift
Though she'll love all the 'work' on her little night shift
Hoop earrings, necklaces, bracelets and rings
Are merely a few of her favorite things
Le piéce de resistance, saved best for last
A garnish of fruit on succulent repast
A torturous wait for her session's closure
Without which, surely would be indecent exposure!
He borders each lip with a black cherry bow
And blends in with stick to a deep merlot
Glistening gloss has never yet bled
These lips, for the asking, give such great red!
Our maiden is finished from head to toe
But just what she looks like, she doesn't yet know!
Her image directed through professional eyes
With nary a mirror to spoil her surprise
Our girl has been spoiled by Hollywood's best
He's the 'he' in the story as you may have guessed.