I Want To Be Your Little Black Dress

I want to be your little black dress
Want you to step into me
Want you to pull me up
Want to feel your body wriggle as I slide up
And under
And over
Want to skim over the valleys
And hug the hills
Want you to feel me caress
And envelope your body
As you zip me up
Want to feel you tug me down
As I ride up on your smooth thighs

I want to be your lace-up stilettos
Want to feel you slide into me
Want to feel you adjust for the fit
Want to feel you wind me round your ankles
And up the muscled softness of your calves
Want to feel you tie me up
Hold me down
Want to feel you move about in me
Two steps forward, execute a twist
Want you to hear my sonatina
A cadence of
Short
Sharp
Staccatos
As I move with you

I want to be your strand of pearls
Want to feel your satin skin
As I snake over your collarbone
And coil around the column of your neck
Want to skim above your push-up swell
An iridescent incandescent smile
Illuminating the darkness of the depth of your valley
Want your fingers to play with my hard beads
Caressing thoughtfully
Twirling absently
Tugging gently
Want to feel the gentle vibrations as you whisper
The hot pulsations of blood beneath the satin
Softness and hardness
A duet of sensuality

The full-length mirror
(Look at how we complement each other)
Tells us – and don’t you agree, babe? – that
You look best in me, and
I, on you.