On The Importance Of Lingerie

When they first started dating
she'd go on a lingerie hunting spree each time they were about to get together
she loved the feeling
hunting for sexy lingerie for him
frilly, flimsy, lacey, pretty little things
to adorn her body
make her pretty and desirable in his eyes
''men have a thing with watching , just as we women have with listening'',
she'd repeat to herself
as she kept rummaging through aisles of bras ladden with ribbons and lace
she  would try to find a particular set that would set the right tone for their next night:
sexy and seductive
or all pastel and girly and innocent?
as the sales girl was handing her her shopping bag
she'd mentally recreate the atmoshere
around those sexy underwear
she'd rehearse the looks, the moves, the sounds
smiling to herself
in sweet anticipation
girly, silly enthusiasm that crept into her heart
keeping her warm and happy 
until it was time for him to come back to her

then he was there
and they were kissing in sheer abandon
and it was time for her to do her thing
her sexy underwear thing
to drive him crazy

but..
he was crazy for her already...
and she was oh so hungry for him
and so
always, always, always
she'd get rid of the carefully selected, seductive underwear
throw them carelessly about
needless distractions that they were
and head straight into his arms
butt naked and giggly and warm 
and happy