a singular thought

her hands slipping inside lacy bands
slowly sliding them down slick thighs
her tongue outlining pouty lips
never breaking contact with my eyes

why is one pair of panties plural
and why did my mind go there?
at a time like right now!
when she’s finally willing to share….

now stepping out of them
a single toe kicks them at my head
reaching behind, unhooking her bra
sliding down arms, tossing it off the bed

uncupped milky breasts
pointy in all the right places
now, of things meant to be plural
they are right in my face