Does it count as taking your time,
pausing between each item
fingers on clasps,
heartbeat a tempo dancing
beneath the skin
in a skip, skip rhythm
I felt against my breastbone.
Slid my foot along the seat
of a chair like the one I sat in,
bare skin cold
against the plastic.
Counted the buttons,
two,
four,
six,
stopped
when they ran out
and fabric hung loose
from my shoulders.
Open.
Parted my thighs the same,
slow,
or maybe fast,
the motion of it blurred
in memory
distracted by your face
close to mine.
Open
mouthed.
Kissed you,
slowly.
Open legs.
I won’t say what we did
next.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Nice and sensual. don’t know what the prompt was but it must have been wow. I am doing the 30 in 30 on Toads.
Oh yeah, the slow tease, the sweat of sweet foreplay; nice. Hopefully open legs accompany an open heart.
Some things are best done slowly at first! Well done!
Fun and sensual. Reminded me of May I said he by ee cummings
This is my first striptease poem and I love it! I love the build up of anticipation, so well expressed in:
‘heartbeat a tempo dancing
beneath the skin
in a skip, skip rhythm
I felt against my breastbone’;
the counting of the buttons with the wonderful pause and the one word ‘Open’, and the repetition of ‘open, so sensuous.
Oh my Carol, like savoring rich chocolate, one lingering heady hungry bite at a time…
Love the title and the way the phrasing and format slow down the reader, matching the pace of this sensual poem. Wonderful.