If I were to gently run my nails
Along your zipper
Or would that be too informal?
We have only just met, after all.
So perhaps
To preserve the formality
I might be persuaded
To gently run my nails
Across your cheek
Would that spare blushes all round?
And perhaps
As we dispense with the formalities
I might be persuaded
To allow my nails
To wander
Softly
Over your lips
Your stubble
Your neck
Do you like my nails?
I painted them especially
As artists do
Deceptively soft
Deceptively sharp
And would you like them all the more
If they ran over your shirt
Stroking your chest
Make you breathe hard
And feel like a man
Would you like it if I
Were to unbutton your shirt
And softly stroke
Your nipple
And perhaps
If you were to loosen up
I might be inclined
To use my teeth
My tongue
My breath
On your nipple
As my wandering hand
Is stroking your hip bone
And my other hand
Runs up your leg
Or, to be more specific
The inside of your thigh
And if we were to get to know each other
I might be persuaded
To slide that hand
Between your legs
Stroking your balls
Thru your trousers
And so we arrive at the point
At which we began
As I play with your zipper
Once again
So should we dispense with the formalities now?
Or is the click of my heels
As I calmly walk away
A more enticing prospect?
