A Conversation

 
Look at you, in that dress, it's so appealing.
Don't take it off....you fully clothed, is much more revealing.
Let me imagine first, what you might be concealing.

Come over here....
Ah, the smell of your neck, just behind the ear.
And your warmth....I love it, when you're near.

No, don't speak.... the lips, tell lies.
Let me read your face.... looking for that glimmer, hidden, in your eyes.
I'll read your hips, & seek the truth, tucked away, between your thighs.

But I like your watch....though I'm no good with brands.
Your wrists are so small, let me kiss your hand.
Ha, you feel something rise?.... It's because you're more than I can stand.

Remember, when we met, I was so afraid.
Why?...I thought to myself, she looks Heaven made.
............And I love the taste, of your shoulder blades.

Do you like kisses, kneading down your back?....
Over your bra....by the way, I like the color black;
In fact, you look good in everything, I can't keep track.

What?....you have something to confess?
.... Don't be ashamed, I've been turned on by less.
Now let's get you, out of that dress.