Morning has shown up
Wearing a dark coatAnd when that’s removed
Little else;
The little being sheer
And trimmed with gold.
And it is more alluring than nothing.
Complicity,
A willingness toward surrender,
Against the fairytale norms,
A statement
That says I will enjoy this
And so will you.
And the hidden and the half concealed
(horizons in mist, nipples behind silk)
Are the more attractive for it,
Reminding me of a time
When my hands made a discovery:
You aren’t wearing underwear, I said,
Between kisses.
I didn’t think I’d need to, she replied.
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