Undress me she said
Not with your hands
With your words instead
Then poet take me to a place
Where speech makes my body crave
The more I like, the more you see
So poet softly speak to me
Make the hairs rise upon my neck
Tell me of the written word
Make me weaker verse by verse
Till all is left, my underwear
Then whisper soft and that comes off
I think you've finished, words enough..