Erotic PoetryYour ShirtI gasp like I just saw
a miracle —
To see your shirt left behind
On your chair
Knowing I last saw it on you
Wondering what it would
feel like to wear
Dare me to touch it.
Dare me to wear it.
Dare me to peel off my sweater
and feel its cotton crispness
Embracing my naked skin.
So soft, so intimate.
Like I grabbed it on messy morning
After we hadn't slept all night
To make you breakfast.
Touching those buttons you carefully closed.
As conscientious in your closings,
as I am overzealous in my revelations.
Reclining
I lean my head on your empty shoulder
Wrap your empty arms around me
It smells like you.
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