Smooth (early 1990's)

You wear an Oxford shirt.

I am going to -

Unbutton the first...

Unbutton the second...

Unbutton the third...

There is now enough room.
Reach in.
Cold hands on warm breasts.
Immediate reaction.

Unbutton the fourth...

Unbutton the fifth...

Unbutton the sixth...

There are no more buttons.
Slide the shirt off of your shoulders.

Lightly

Fingers trickle
Over
the sensitive stomach
muscles -

Which contract and
call for me to
Touch...

There.

I make you wait.
Then...

I kiss your mouth.

You think...
"That is nice but..."

You want me to touch you...

There.

I kiss your neck.

You become...
more agitated and

You want me to touch you...

There.

I kiss your ear.

You do not think.

Yougrabmyhanditouchyou...there

Your breath...

Skips.

Your skin
Is taut.

And your eyes
look into mine
and search...

For the recipe.