state of confusion
We dashed into a lingerie shop,
to escape San Francisco rain,
you teasingly pointed to this and that,
in shades of champagne and sea foam.
Store clerks buzzed all around,
but all my senses were with you,
as your caress slid into my mind,
spreading the liquid silk of sighs.
Allowing anticipation to grow,
you leaned in close to whisper,
a suggestion not of what to wear,
but of what might lie under.
How those ladies must have gasped,
when you entered my dressing room,
helped me out of that filmy frock,
and into the secrets of you.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey