Sexy story

Who is she?
The woman in the beautiful black dress
The woman with the strand of pearls
With the happily smiling eyes
And the self assured demeanor.

She woke this morning very little
her brown eyes spying above the covers
made her looked as young
as the first day we met
Goo goo ga ga, baby girl.

What is it?
It lies there dormant
Its eyes seem not to notice me
As it luxuriates in any attention it can get
Bound, captive, used and reused.

A woman, a little girl, an object.
Nothing in common to the unobservant eye.
No one could recognize them as parts of the
whole, except me
Who delights in the wonder of the transformation.

Write me a sexy story, she was told
and she conjured a tale of a man who allowed her
freedom to be all that she could be.
Deep, abiding love, she said,
Nothing is more sexy than that.