Dressed

I want to undress you
in a hollow place
to hear the echoes on your face.
Rapid laughing to
rapturous moans
your expressions decry -
(a gleeful groan)

Yes, I tease
I lead you on in sin
unmarked foreheads
uncovered hands
(save my fingers coated within)

Eliciting your trembles
I leave marks from our guilt-free fun
and idly wonder
when you will be done.

We last for hours
in this hollow place
filled with so much stuff.
Yet at the end,
I still undress you.
We are never done.