No Clothes On Poem by Jason Harris

if poetry were a lady
i'd be able to see right
through her. you know?
'cause a person's eyes
are the windows to their
soul. to me, a person's
words are like windows
to their truest, most
naked thoughts. so,
for the time being,
while i have your
attention; would you
get lost in my vision and
listen as I unclothe myself?
as the floor meets my belt
and Calvin Klein drawers says
hello to your curve fitting dress
and Vickie set of panties and bra.
You know? the laced set that
you bought for 20% off?
so, don't be shy baby,
let your body speak to me;
take 'em off. let 'em fall
slowly,
to the floor and it lands
soft and quietly.
Let the silhouette of your
frame excite me. i always
aim to please, never to upset.
i try to make every word
memorable so I'm hard to
forget. even words such as
this or let's...
get naked.
let's see how quickly you forget.
to your body, i'll show
my appreciation and respect.
keep calm and relax, never let 'em
see you sweat. let my tongue
hit your chest and dance upon
your breast and find its way
around your neck-
as i close my eyes, forever
keeping my soul open.
sharing my truest, most naked
thoughts because it's always
better with no clothes on...
right?