Lingerie

I like to watch her,
In all her pretty colors,
Fanning her legs,
Like peacock feathers,
And leaning back,
Against the sofa.

I like to watch her,
Watching me,
As she drags,
The dress up, along her thighs,
With two delicate fingers,
Her eyes drawing me in,
Making me crazy.

I like to watch her,
When her two white shoulders,
Peak out from beneath,
The black lace straps,
And her shoes fall casually,
To the floor.

I like to watch her
when her hands clench
And drag the pillows
And she moans my name
Wanting me, needing me.

I like to watch her,
When her hair pools,
Wildly around her face,
And her eyes become unfocused,
as she pulls me over her
And kisses my hands.

I like to watch her,
As she begs for me to help her,
Longs for my touch,
To waken her sleeping flesh.

I like to watch her,
When her eyes are closed,
As she leans against me,
And I unclasp the two ,
White buttons,
And bury my face in her breasts.

I like to watch her,
And see what she becomes,
When her personality,
Is scattered by her feelings,
Like the pieces of lingerie,
That lay forgotten on the floor.

-Lauren Hatch

Response from James:
Mmm, girls in lingerie.... ^_____^

...UH I MEAN... GREAT POEM! Yeah. >___>

*gives cookies and runs off*