Communicate
I guess
I figure
The only way to let her know
Would be to let her know
How much I truly desire
Intimately knowing the privacy of
Her figure
Is a trigger
Tempting me
To trigger
The thoughts that
Make her body quiver
I figure
I’d deliver
A kiss
Right above her liver
Lower back
And it’ll maybe cause a shiver
Hands in the same place
She might say
Lower that
But I’m only teasing
And it’s only the start that’s why
I figure
She’ll become more seductive and inviting with
Her figure
Showing me the places I should deliver
Touches
Some like feather
Increase a little the pressure
Rushes
The rise of blood
As much as
The tension
In my britches
Threatening
To break stitches
She’s getting closer
Feeling that I’m wealthy
Not the richest
But holds weight
In her hands search
For the zipper hitches
So she gets the button
And lets the pants fall
Into the ditches
Down
Into the gutter
Sensing she wants to get close
Closer to each other
I figure
I’d start at the hem of her
Dress
Her figure
Firmly caress
Reaching her hips
Hook my finger
And the intimate covering slips
Easily
Giving me freedom
To trail my fingertips
Betwixt
Words come out in a gasp
Sounding like a lisp
Saying
“If you’re doing this
You really must deliver…”
And
“Are my hands shrinking
Or are you getting bigger?”
Than
Imagination sparks
This is just the start
I figure
She’ll understand
Understand my desire
If I
Showed her through her figure