Appreciation of a moment

 
The cool cotton
is warmed by the heat
of her passion for me,
light lilac fabric
darkening and dampening
as my fingers
trace their way up her thighs.
The lace trim
tickles my hands
as they slip under
and move behind her,
shadows and light defining folds
in the lustily scented cloth
as it is gently pulled away.
The original form
is barely recognizable
as it twists around itself,
drawn tenderly
passed hips and knees,
coming to rest
around one slender ankle.