LETTING DOWN MY STRAPS

It's how I would see  
night end, mentally,  
having downed glassed wine  
in the day's decline,....  

letting down dress straps,  
revealing my baps  
to his lusty gaze  
and hand on them plays....  
 
teasing nippled crest  
to stand proud, earnest,  
while night dress  slips down  
my hips and legs brown.....  
 
unveiling me, 'nue'  
in the mirror's view -  
except for my thong  
which won't stay on long.....,  
 
music we will make  
as your thirst you slake  
then you make your move  
getting into groove.