What She  Wears (for Magdalena)

 Beneath what clings
To her breasts and thighs
What she gives to me
Fabrics and dyes.

Subtly tucked
In the folds
That she wears
Nestled
And beveled
And shaded with cares.

These do not cover
Or hold back her charms
Nothing so tangibly
Escaping my arms.

Into the depth of her
Passion and grace
Moving through
Boundaries
Footwear and lace.

Having her here
On the tip
Of my tongue
A word from her lips
And my banquet begun.

Nothing she wears
Keeps back
My passion
For swallowing
Whole is
My tip to fashion.