Undressing You

Jane's infamous shirt comes first,
my fingers pull the fabric up and out
of your pants (where I would rather be)
and expose your chest to my hungry eyes.
    This is where I leave lingering kisses
    through the curling hairs across your frame
    and you tremble at my breath on your skin.

I move on to your belt,
pulling you closer with the loops and
sliding the leather (mmm..leather) out
and to the floor with a flick of my hand.
    Pause for effect as your breath quickens
    at the thought of my next step -
    I grin at your pleading eyes.

Finally I reach my main goal: (the pants),
procrastinating at the fly with teasing fingers
gently sliding the zipper down, down, down
and looking at you with a smile.
    Your eyes burn as my small hands slide to
    where they always longed to be, the only sound
    khakis crumbling to the floor.

            Happy birthday to me.