Easy peeler
It starts with scarf and lazy glove,
expectant stare and puppy love –
my eyes pursue her opened shirt,
the downward arc of leather skirt.
She prowls the stage, bikini queen
in satin skin, such tactile sheen.
I long to help her easy peel;
her gaze says, “No, you know the deal.”
A nervous gal once, good to bad?
In flimsy delta vee now clad,
her garments lie like autumn leaves,
a winter breeze, my breathing heaves.
Engaged by loosened bow on hip,
my heart, my loins, perform a skip.
A peach in heels, she blows a kiss;
I sip the juice of nature’s bliss.
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