Getting (Un)dressed

You were barely dressed.

Why?

Your clothes between us

gave me symptoms of

withdrawal from the

softness of your skin.

You applied lip gloss.

Why?

To leave an imprint

where you pressed your lips,

smudging all over

my love’s arousal.

You slipped on your heels.

Why?

To make it harder,

to frustrate desire

to caress your feet

with legs around me.

You were beautiful.

Why?

I needed nothing

that you were wearing

to know I wanted

complete nakedness.

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