my pleasure





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

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