The art of undressing 
Is of a different realm
A whisper of charm
A tease so immense

And she knew her art well 
The peekaboo of her swelling cleavage 
As she bent
The glimpse of her rooted navel
As she tied her hair
Was enough for me to swell 
But when she opened her blouse 
And let her breasts spill
As she lay on the bed
Her hair touseled 

She was a piece of art
Worthy to be framed.
©LR