UNWRAP ME

Unwrap me like the present you say I am to you.  
Do nothing else towards me until unwrapping's through.  
Unwrap me slow and gentle, or fast if that's your mood;  
at end of day, any way, I know, I'll end up nude.  

Lift my hat off from my head, slip off my neck my scarf,  
unbutton coat, undo hair grip, do nothing by half.  
Unbutton blouse down my front, pull by arms after coat,  
unlink the pearly necklace that hangs around my throat.  
The belt that holds my dress up, unbuckle, pull away.  
Unzip the tight minidress from my hips as they sway,  
then you can take a break to feast your eyes, draw out your 'ahhh!'  
I'll be down to stockings, suspenders, heels, panties, bra.  
I know how turned on you get by that combination,  
how heavy you'll be breathing in your adoration.  
 
When you resume proceedings, you first unhook my bra,  
when you've given the straps some twang if tempted that far.
Notice my breasts' descent to natural protrusion,  
making you burn heavily for bodily fusion.  

Kneel down to unstrap my heels, let me kick them aside,  
then from the top grip each stocking, down my smooth legs slide,  
when the suspenders by your fingers have been detached,  
and pull them from my feet whose toes nail painted are matched.  

The sight of me topless, loose tressed, in just my panties  
will keep your excitement burning, upping the antes.  
O pull them down, slow or quick, unveil bikini line  
and the pert cheeks of my backside - the sight gets you sighin'.  

Now your present is presented in all its glory,  
making you want to unwrap yourself and draw to me.