After Clothes

<p>I'm loosening the tightest overcoat Unzipping curtains just to hide the show Cloth openings are getting wider now Rip off the fibers that contain it all</p><p>Her nectarines rub my face I couldn't hardly wait to taste Sometimes we'd bury half the moon (with only air we'd drink in) She moves up and flutters moth-like With broken bodies all night We conquer everything we knew</p><p>Her aching skin longs to encompass me Our melting flesh drips over satin sheets Her shapes and curves are all I ever need I bless her lips before I set her free</p>