Clothes

I've always hated sleeping naked, especially
Next to you. It's just too damn cold with
Winter here for body heat to make a
Difference, and I don't think I need to
Tell you of the subtle pleasures of having a
Hand spontaneously shoved down your
Pants as a wake up call. Your tits look
Better in a shirt first, more so when the
Temperature acts as an indicator for
Where your nipples are. The anticipation of
That slow rise and sudden fall when you
Take it off always gets to me. Your
Lips are more inviting when there's
Some amount of silk or satin, or even those
Cotton days, pressed to the back of my
Hand while my fingers work the buttons that
Make your heart beat and the explitives fly. You
Even say that I look bigger with sweat
Pants on - gee, thanks. See, we don't have to
Dress like savages, we can just fuck like them.