I close the curtains
to lounge around in too little clothing
sunday shopping impulse buys
just to tease you
the softest fabric ever to touch my skin
flows over each curve like water
the most delicate patterns of pink lace
guide your wandering hand
I ask you to be gentle
but you know I only act innocent
and I watch the expression on your face change
as something primal in you awakens
© coldscars