Without A Stitch

When undressing a woman
the first garment removed is the mask
which I graciously tuck behind the gilded mirror
that she might find it with ease as the day follows swift,

then I slowly peel off her inhibitions
which I lay across a chair in a dark corner
that they might see the last light of morning.







"Country Comfort" by Steve Hanks








Stripped of all such artifice,
her silken gown can no longer hold to her magnificent frame,
sliding from her skin like a waterfall 
				  tracing polished stone.

Only then will the union of candle and moon
      grace her delicate features
extend to my bare sight a noble beauty
				   pure beneath the flesh

As she stands before me,                 without a stitch
my eyes wander  her  glorious  landscape,

Soft my fingers rest on her supple throat
and my palm on the breast
the very pulse of her being shivers in quickening

sweet exhaust of her response clouds my restraint
lips dissolve for a quiet moment...

As she stands beside me,              without a stitch
she arches her back lazy    a cat in the sun,
my arm finds comfort under the pale arch
as the other softly brushes her thigh,
             persuading the fold of her knee
                    I raise her body and soul to the stage.

                                          VINCENT




This work copyright ©1996 Vincent

Artwork by Steve Hanks



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