Naked

I like the way your eyes light up when you see me naked.

Sometimes I brush my teeth in the buff, just so when you walk by me you will do a double take. Even if you are about to leave for work, you slow down, come near. It's like a siren call you cannot ignore.

"You're naked," you say, and you get this intense look in your eye.

"Boobie," you say, and you squeeze one.

Even if we both know we're not going to take it anywhere, it's nice to watch you notice my naked body. It's not the same naked body you married. It's pudgier in places. It's jigglier in spots. But it still grabs your attention.

I like the way you react when you touch my skin under the covers.

Sometimes I sleep naked or nearly naked, just to get you going. You wrap your arms around my body and find skin where you expected to find flannel pajama bottoms.

I get cold easily so it's not often that I sleep sans PJs. I wear those shorts you love, the ones with the wide, loose legs that don't cover my ass when I'm laying down. They tend to inch up or at least allow easy access to your hands.

The next thing I know you're not just putting your arm around me anymore. You're pressing down, urgently, on my skin. You're roaming my body, legs, back, ass, stomach, breasts. You pull me to you. I can feel your cock pressing into my ass. You sound different, like a man about to eat a long overdue meal.

I like the way you like me naked.