Slowly Goes By So Quick – #NaPoWriMo Day Three

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.

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7 Comments

  1. Oh yeah, the slow tease, the sweat of sweet foreplay; nice. Hopefully open legs accompany an open heart.

  2. 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.

  3. Love the title and the way the phrasing and format slow down the reader, matching the pace of this sensual poem. Wonderful.

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