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.