What a stunning sight you are
Standing there before the mirror
Trying on your very latest
Flowing silk creation.
"I have missed the fashion shows,"
I say, and so you arch your arms
Alluringly above your head,
Slowly pirouette before me,
Suddenly unhook a fastener,
Garment sliding softly to the floor.
Then you turn, reveal your body,
Give your hips the slightest wiggle,
Smile at me, and warm me to the core.
Could you ever tease me so,
If you did not love me just a little?