The one that fits me like a glove
Synonymous with your love
Standing here before you
Fingers finding buttons with ease
Muscle memory makes them linger
Dragging nails across my skin
Revealed slowly from beneath
Freckled neckline beckons you
Rose coloured nipple wanton
Peaking just for you, your touch
Enticing moans and moisture
Soft tongue, hard teeth, wet lips
Combine to make me roar
Hands reach up my legs
The silken covering exposed to you
My hand pulls your head
Hard to my breast, cupped
Your fingers on the hard centres
Relinquishing myself to you wholly
The last button slips from its prison
Freedom, shrugging the garment aside
Biting lips, coquettish smile
Anticipation of what comes next
Naked, exposed, aroused
Your gaze takes its time
I turn, footsteps light upon the floor
Towards the bedroom door
