She puts on her, brassiere, camisole, <br />tiny panties, <br />smoothes on silk stockings, <br />takes out the long pale, grey, skirt <br />and white blouse <br />with ruffles at the neck, <br />carefully buttons up, <br />sits at her dressing table, <br />combs her long, lush hair, <br />applies her make up <br />and just to top it off <br />adds a small dab of perfume <br />here and there. <br />He watches from the window, <br />mentally, carefully <br />disrobes her <br />unfolds her, <br />take her in his arms <br />under his imaginary duvet, <br />strokes her <br />and whispers <br />sweet, sweet nothings in her ear.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-lady-unfold/
