Unbutton me
slowly
not because you must,
but because you enjoy the undoing.
Let your fingers linger
at each clasp,
as if patience
were a kind of hunger
and you’ve decided
to feast on anticipation.
Pull the fabric aside
like a curtain
revealing something sacred.
Let your mouth follow
the path your hands started
down my throat,
across my collarbone,
lower,
lower,
to the heat that rises
just for you.
I want you to explore me
like a man discovering
his favorite sin.
I want you to make a map
of my reactions
the gasp,
the ache,
the low sound I only make
when I’m touched
just right.
unbutton me.
until there is nothing between
your hunger and mine.
Very gentle sexy write Grace….I’m doing a virtual unbuttoning of you right now.
Cheers
🙏
Thank you, Peter. I’m glad the gentleness came through. Your enthusiasm made me smile.
Chère G.,
Hope this finds you well?!
In the Netherlands, we have an expression:
if the hair curls, the senses curl
Which of course is meant as a compliment.
And I would like to pass that on.
What a lovely write.
I’ll be back tomorrow for another eyeful of beauty.
If you’re American:
Thank you
In all other cases:
Please, keep on writing, I love it to bits.
Love the artwork too!
Welcome to our corner of heaven. Hope you’ll feel at home.
Warm regards, Gus
Gus, your words land with such warmth. That expression made my heart curl a little, too. Thank you for the kindness and the welcome. I’m glad to be here.
Passionately penned, CG. Excellent write with precise imagery and a great flow my friend. Very steamy indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian… your praise hits like a warm hand at the spine. I’m grateful for you.
Here in the south we call it slow love and we like to make it last, tight write lady
Slow love is the sweetest kind. Thank you for reading me so closely.