Once Upon A Time

Once held, panties are empty
now. Ghosts don't dwell there,
For fingertips dance, once cotton
Slides down. Let them waltz pleasure
Into being.

All that remains of the memory
Of being clothed merely lingers
In residual modesty, as the sheets
Are pulled up and the body slides
Down into reveries.

Fingers people the wettest of sexes;
Feeling the clitoris is marvellous -
Both eyes will have to close to wonder
At the coming imminence that was
Once upon a time held.