Erotic Poem 2

Her gown is newspaper.
I’ll rip it head to toe.
Becoming naked isn’t
an obvious moment,
but suddenly
      there you are,
and you do what you will.
She has an emerald
on her toe. She has rubies
in her head. Stars are released
to mingle with them. But
not too soon. The attitudes
that brought you there
carry into the bedroom,
but a little more honest,
so a laugh then is still
a laugh now but
is just how you wanted
it.