wear a christmas blouse
the see through kind
with a devious black skirt
leave your underwear
in the dresser draw
so your intimate details
are accessible
so your breasts
breathe in the diaphanous
excitement of my gaze
I will slide my hands
under your hem and
along your curves
crawling towards
your sputnik satellite
we’ll sip eggnog
and play the music
soft like the whisper
of your kiss
we will dance
in the flickering
embrace
things are a straight line
when my pleasure wants
to slip into your pleasure
wishing for the holiday sentiment
of your pleasure and mine