I want to 
strip you bare 
of reservation.

 Puddle that dinner jacket of doubt

 in the corner

 along with my
 'come fuck me' shoes.

 Rip open the fabric of adventure, 

lay loose
 stitch
 after stitch. 

Pop the buttons from illusion

 and zip reality 
up tight.

 Check the inseam of
 erotic 

to get a good,
 measured fit.

 Try on sin in every color, 

from chartreuse to black. 

and accessorize each other 
with decadent 

chains 

of 

touch. 

~j~