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