Your big, blue button down shirt
slung over the back of the chair
I catch a passing glimpse of it
my mind automatically goes ‘there”.

Walking on over it calls to me
I grab it and bring it to my face
your earthy smell on it seduces me
to another time and another place.

I slip it on over my bare body
It’s stirring the juices inside
I can almost feel your hands touching me
Mmm… the stimulation this shirt does provide….

Nothing else have I on under this
Like a flouncy, short summer dress
Omg, this blue shirt is killing me…
These sexual feelings I just can’t suppress!

What is it about your blue shirt
That totally turns me on?
I better not do this everyday….
Cuz, I’d never get anything done….