The painter lay back
on the bed
and watched Sadie undress.
Usually he liked to help.
He would stand behind and
unfasten buttons,
pull sweaters and tops over heads,
gently pull down skirts and blue jeans,
all the while
kissing or biting necks,
wrapping arms around waists and shoulders...
all this in front of the mirror, so they could watch.
But this afternoon, in this motel,
with Sadie,
whom he had yet to see naked,
the painter felt like watching,
as she slowly undressed for him,
unfastening her own buttons,
pulling off her top over her head,
gently sliding her skirt down and stepping out of it.
And the painter lay back and stoically sipped his bourbon,
and when she was almost totally naked,
he firmly said:
"leave the pearls on."
(c) fprm, 2009.
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