Unbutton Me

Unbutton me

slowly-

not because you must,

but because you enjoy the undoing.

Let your fingers linger

at each clasp,

as if patience

were a kind of hunger

and you've decided-

to feast on anticipation.

Pull the fabric aside

like a curtain

revealing something sacred.

Let your mouth follow

the path your hands started-

down my throat,

across my collarbone,

lower,

lower,

to the heat that rises 

just for you.

I want you to explore me

like a man discovering

his favorite sin.

 

I want you to make a map

of my reactions-

the gasp,

the ache,

the low sound I only make

when I'm touched 

just right.

unbutton me.

until there is nothing between 

your hunger and mine.

Reviews

[Sad Unc Days 3562]

Passion, and desire intertwine.
The fire of passion heats, frees.
The hunger of desire acknowledges.

[Curly Grace]

Your words settle beautifully against the pulse of the piece.
Thank you for seeing how passion loosens what is held too tightly,
and how desire, when met with its equal, becomes a quiet recognition.
I’m grateful your reading found its way into the heat between the lines.

[Thomas W Case]

This is quietly powerful erotic poetry—focused on connection, agency, and the electricity of being truly seen and studied. It trusts the reader, and that confidence shows.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Thomas. I’m glad you felt the quiet charge in the piece, the way connection and attention create their own electricity. Your words touch the poem gently.