off went the clothes

so up went the hair and off went the clothes
but round went a scarf, thus not all to expose
what may the thought have been
she let him the situation screen
for she didn't mind if he be the producer
of the end product the consumer.

a quiet room a moment still
the jingles of that cloth the room did fill
he caught his breath as the sensuality did spill
the nakedness at his sanity did drill.

not only did he produce but he directed too
she, his imagination greatly did woe
desirous to draw him into the essence of her
and when he did let go, nothing else existed, all became a blur.

RB.