she doesn’t understand
the eroticism
inherent
in wearing a long t-shirt
to bed

for all the longing
lace and satin evoke

the idea
of running my hands
beneath that soft cotton
across hot skin
teasing those hard nipples
with rough fingertips

knowing
the only thing
between my lips
and her
eager frame
is just that

that drives me
insane

she
is the perfection
no matter
the wrapping

just her
ready for bed
in comfort

that is
more than enough
for me