Buttons,

I like lots of buttons.

No zippers as they’re too fast,

No snaps cause the action just doesn’t last.

Buttons,

I like lots and lots of buttons.

Lined up like little toy sentries,

That are guarding what’s hidden.

Yes, buttons,

I like lots of buttons.

Each one carefully undone,

Slowly revealing the secrets of one.

Buttons,

I like lots of buttons.

I want to kiss and smother,

What I can discover

When I slowly undo her many buttons.

Buttons,

I like lots of buttons.

Savoring her flesh,

Tasting her skin,

Slowly discovering what’s within.

Those buttons,

Those lovely buttons.

They can be down the front...

They can be down her back,

But those lovely buttons do keep me on track.

Buttons,

I love her buttons.

Pretty buttons made in colors so bright,

Reminding me of my lover’s delights.

Buttons,

I love them all.

My favorite of course,

Is the sweetest of all.

That fragile button,

We call her pearl.

Buttons,

I really love her buttons.