Plain White Shirt

Plain white shirt

Such a normal item, people wear them everyday, office types, lawyers and doctors, at work, at rest and play

Then the time it changes, when erotic desires fill my head, is the thought of you wearing one sitting on your bed

Unbuttoned to the naval, your skin so pale and white, glimpses of your nipples, a sight of pure delight

I wonder what it would look like, if you'd undone some more, or how sexy would it be, if you showed a little more

Perhaps if it was fully open, just draped across your skin, I could see more of you, oh now my minds run off to sin

I could slide my hands inside it, wrap my arms around your waist, pull you slowly towards me, your lips I want to taste

Run my hands across you, feeling every sexy part, to stroke your lovely body, to feel your racing heart

Take hold the shirt quite gently, I need to see much more, I take it off your shoulders and slide it to the floor

We make love with a passion, with a intention rarely seen, clawing, biting fucking hard, its an animalistic scene

Desires taken over, wild firey passion has control, caught up in this sexual union, tonight romance has lost its soul

A hunger, in need, both ravenous, we both take the things we need, allowing our sexual demons out, it's time to let them feed

Saited and exhausted, both fed we need no more, I glance down at the White Cotton shirt, now crumpled on the floor

Who knew that such passion, could hide beneath a plain White shirt, I guess it depends on whose wearing it, my sexy little flirt

Ron