Formless,
lifeless,
twin collapsed piles
of brown nothingness,
until held in your
delicate grasp.
When you draw them up,
first one leg,
and then another,
tightening them,
toes,
to heels,
to knees,
to thighs.
Now they are a part of
you,
adding softness and
sheen,
forming a glossy mystery
of temptation.
Oh,
how they arouse
and excite,
by the glide of my hands,
and the brush of
my lips.
Leave off all other dressings
and trappings,
these are all that I desire,
the only enticements needed
for added pleasure,
and ecstacy for our love
tonight.