You're like a Stripper, but Classy.

You miss do not need nudity
To make you sexy
You use words
As if you were a stripper
Letting every syllable
drape off your shoulders
Like an article of clothing.
Revealing something unseen about you.
Unheard about you.
Whisper softly in my ears
The iambic pentameter
To your favorite piece of literature.
And I will let it move me like
Percy Sledge's
"When a Man Loves a Woman".
Write me notes on post its,
Putting them in random places.
Reminding me life grows more beautiful
By the day.
And I will write you poetry on pancakes.
Served with a tall glass of OJ.
Hashbrows golden.
Ketchup on the side.
Clothing optional.