DRESSED TO THRILL

DRESSED TO THRILL

Come to me in lace, my sweet,
come tease my eyes and make me peek
between each entwined thread and peer
to see your treasures appear and disappear
in filigree strands play hide-and-seek.

Come to me in silk, my dear,
and I shall listen for that certain sound
the hiss and slither all around:
sweet susurration of descending silk
lies unneeded on the ground.

Come to me in satin, love,
which clings to every darling flow
and tempts my fingers slide and glide
over every crevice, every side
to trace each precious gem below.

Come to me in rags and tatters
I know so well what lies within.
Lace is lovely, silk divine
and satin, too, though I incline
to choose your pearly, peerless skin.