Dressed

Will you be
Offended
If I take off your
Pants
And put you in a
Dress?
A slinky, skimpy black number
Paired with your thigh-high boots
That show slivers of your
Strong, flawless thighs?

You can wear your favored
Leather short shorts, if you like,
Underneath,
Though I won’t object to
Buttersoft lace thongs
If that rising bulge allows.

Behind closed doors,
And all for me.
You make me
Ignite and melt
All at once – a mess.
When you’re in a dress
Only for me
And no one else.

Don’t let the straps slide,
Don’t let them break.
Disrobing, undressing;
I’ll be careful with my scissors –
Or do you prefer a blade?

Stand still,
Or lean against the wall.
I feel you shiver
In time with the minute thrum
Of tearing silk.
I’ll worship every inch of you exposed.
You may choose the method.

All I really want tonight
Is you, in a dress,
Behind closed doors,
And only for me.
Light me, burn me,
I flow, like lava,
A smoldering, near unbearable mess
Behind closed doors,
And all for you.

All I want is you
In a dress, or out of it.
Everything else – 
My heart, my life,
My world –
Is yours.

And I catch you make a face
When you see the schoolgirl uniform
Waiting in the closet
For its chance next week.