Purple velvet pants

She walks in the door with ease,

As though she gliding on a breeze.

My eyes are drawn to a purplish hue,

That shine and glisten as she moves.

The material bounces with the light,

Like liquid flowing gentle at night.

Ebbing this way and that way.

My cursed tongue and brain betray me

And my thought come to be.

Her own excitement bubbles up

And she extends her leg out,

“Feel them” she shouts.

Captivated by the shiny material

My fingers press in for a kiss

And to my surprise a texture I will miss.

It’s like butter

Or a fine silk spun

And my hand glides like it’s a ski run.

It sends shivers down my spine.

And surly there is nothing softer than this

But my words could be a biasful bliss.