Undress

I want you to undress my soul,
With words that make my body whole.
No need for naked bodies bare,
Let fabric be the barrier we share.

Your touch inside my shirt, so light,
Soft hair against my palm, delight.
A journey we embark upon,
Without the need to be fully drawn.

For when we're naked, we're already there,
No anticipation left to bear.
Undressing becomes but a chore,
A performance, a bother, nothing more.

So please, undress me with your grace,
Feel the bra as it slips in place.
A satisfying 'pop' of the clasp,
Unleashing desire within our grasp.

And I, too, want to undress you,
Unwrap your body, as lovers do.
Not just a naked figure standing tall,
But a moment shared, arousing us all.

Foreplay, for me, is a fusion of cotton,
Frotting, discovering, a passion begotten.
The thrill of watching your manhood rise,
The feeling of skin beneath my searching eyes.

And even in the comfort of our embrace,
Where skin meets skin, with no space.
I want to go back to that first desire,
To uncover each other, set our souls on fire.

So let's put our clothes back on, my love,
And rediscover, piece by piece, as we once dreamed of.
Expose ourselves, bit by bit, without haste,
Because it's in the uncovering that true pleasure takes place.