Would you gift me a gown
that mirrors the beauty you see in me?
One that hugs my curves,
accentuating every detail you adore.

Help me into it,
zipping it up with fingers that graze my skin.
Slip on my shoes, and let your hands wander up my back,
tracing the contours of my body.

Step back, and behold your choice
with eyes that burn with desire.
Let your gaze linger,
drinking in the sight of me,
clad in the dress you’ve selected for me.

And then,
slowly, peel away the fabric,
revealing the flesh beneath.

Caress my skin,
cradle my breasts,
and hold me close to your chest.

Let your touch soothe my soul,
calming my breath,
filling me with heat.