Strip Tease

You like to watch
as he unbuttons his shirt,
his strong man's hands,
ripped, veined,
fingers thick and blunt;
your mind drifts to where
they could,
with a swirl of motion,
wreak havoc
on your self-control.
You wet your lips.

You like to watch
as he unbuckles his belt,
the heavy leather
sliding through the loops,
and through his long fingers,
falling, unheeded,
to the floor, the shirt
and buttoned, zippered fly
opened to reveal
a sensual silken trail.
You wet your lips...again.

You like to watch
as he slides his slacks
over those thickly muscled,
mouth-watering thighs,
the silk that covers him
a fine sprinkling
of temptation that you
can't resist, his pearl-tipped
phallus springing free,
the witness to his need.
You wet your lips...at last.

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