Undone
by fingers
reaching for my buttons, you mock me
passing the fragrant stares we share
as the blouse falls, but lingers
near the small of my back.
I smile and ask you to
whisper in my ear,
yes… just like that.
Plant your lips there
on the lobe
with some tantalizing
thoughts, you begin
planting seeds
making me somehow
believe this was
all my idea. You look clever
without your
shirt and me without my
blouse seeks to have one of your
hands study the curves
of my torso, or weren’t those the plans while the other searches for the key to my heart.