I want your soft flesh
And curving smooths,
The easy angles
At the bends of your shoulders.
It should be me
Whose lustful touch gentles across your body.
Who breathes in your tactile scent,
Who brushes away
The delicate texture of every hair
My nervous fingers
Deserve this embrace,
To fasten the tailored clasp,
To squeeze down the lunette
To drop the blade,
To steal this last metal caress.