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I wear that dress that you adore

The one that fits me like a glove

Synonymous with your love

Standing here before you

Fingers finding buttons with ease

Muscle memory makes them linger

Dragging nails across my skin

Revealed slowly from beneath

Freckled neckline beckons you

Rose coloured nipple wanton

Peaking just for you, your touch

Enticing moans and moisture

Soft tongue, hard teeth, wet lips

Combine to make me roar

Hands reach up my legs

The silken covering exposed to you

My hand pulls your head

Hard to my breast, cupped

Your fingers on the hard centres

Relinquishing myself to you wholly

The last button slips from its prison

Freedom, shrugging the garment aside

Biting lips, coquettish smile

Anticipation of what comes next

Naked, exposed, aroused

Your gaze takes its time

I turn, footsteps light upon the floor

Towards the bedroom door

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