minimalism

YOU SHOULD SEE HER IN BLUE JEANS

I have to say first off
that I like the way you
move in your socks.
How you glide across
the tiled kitchen floor
with the grace
of ice on glass.
And you looked really cute
cleaning your room
in shorts and a t-shirt.
Sort of boyish almost,
with your hair up in a bun and all.
It moved me to see you
in a beautiful dress as well.
Your slender calves
enhanced by the sheer black
of your nylon stockings.
Sometimes I take you out
just to watch the heads turn.
Remember the morning you took
a flannel shirt out of my closet
and went off to make breakfast?
Well, that really turned me on too.
You in lingerie, beyond sexy.
Matching sets of bras and panties
make me pant.
And the materials,
they are part Heaven, part Hell.
Leather and lace,
velvet and silk.
And I'll admit it,
nudity appeals to me.
I wish that you could see yourself
the way that I see you.
The sight of your bare skin
spread across my sheets,
ravishing.
But in blue jeans and a smile
is how I desire
you the most,
The age old look of aged denim.
Timeless as love itself.
Faded blue and full of passion,
brings out the best of your beauty.