The Tease Of Strip Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She says she will
if I will.

“So...strip! ”
she teasingly appeals to me.

“No, not like a man
...like a woman! ”

“Use my things! ”

“You’re kidding? ”

“I kid you not
...kiddo! ”

So I succumb.

Playfully she
pats my bum.

“Go for it babeeeee! ”
“Do yer thang! ”

Rather unsurely

I bump & grind
to Henry Mancini

as she grins
keeping the giggles in.

I reclining
so seductively on the chaise lounge

flash her
a smile

the more naked
I get

toss stockings
& garters

at her unsuppressed laughter.

“Yeah...yeah...funeee! ”

Down now to nothing
but a pasty & a G-string

hypnotise her
with some nifty
tassel twirling

she rolls about
hysterically on the floor

screaming: “More...more! ”

Shyly I coyly cover
my modesty

with the last item
of clothing.

“Oh, love!
You’re the funniest thing
I’ve ever seen! ”

“I admire the sheer effort
& the gusto
you put into it
and how you pulled it off
but...”

“...you just
haven’t got the tits
(& other bits)
necessary for it! ”

“Nice try...boy! ”

“Here, let me show you...how! ”

She shows me
(wow!) how!

And how!

“See...? ”
she says

“There is nothing
...like the real thing! ”

Me relieved that it is me
no longer

gasp hoarsely

“Couldn’t... agree...more! ”