Get You Naked

You got my attention the minute you strut through that door. Dress flirting with the wind for three calculated breaths.  Slowly flowing and hugging every delicious curve of your blessed self. What a treat? Jolting me off my pathetic, twisted, self-assessment and wrapping me in a cloak of misery the moment your eyes caught mine.

As you captivatingly sashayed to where I’m planted at and as I repeatedly curse every inch of myself that’s responding to your silent call I wonder. “Until when can I hold myself from getting you naked?”