Traveling Dress

Traveling long
a day, a night
across an ocean
to morning’s light,
Across the dateline
clocks a mess
you in your
traveling dress,

The customs line
takes its toll
the taxi man
on a roll,
Attempts to charge
twice the price
says your traveling dress
looks nice,

Desk clerk bright
way too chipper
bell-girl sweet
we over-tip her,
In broken English
(we had to guess)
says she likes
your traveling dress

Open the curtains
inhale the view
the cityscape
me and you,
Run my hands
down your spine
your traveling dress
fits you fine,

With all the city
out there to watch
remove your shoes
remove your watch,
With one hand
magician’s sweep
your traveling dress
is in a heap,

On the floor
at your feet
your nakedness
I feel the heat,
As you watch
I do the same
what comes next
we love this game,

You know me
and I know you
but every time
feels brand new,
Like someone met
on the road
a summer field
freshly mowed,

Try to love
standing up
but fall to bed
don’t give up,
You smell like
the miles we’ve come
and moan my name
as you cum,

Fall to sleep
then and there
hand on your
pubic hair,
One finger placed
on your clit
half-hard penis
hold on to it,

In an hour
probably more
open up
the shower door,
Wash each other
slow and steady
thinking, perhaps
now we’re ready,

To meet the world
embrace the day
(or is it night?
hard to say),
Unpack our bags
find clean clothes
perfume smells
like a rose,

Color of
your underwear
which often you
neglect to wear,
You make me smile
I confess
you don a fresh
traveling dress,