Your Favourite

I stand before your gaze,
I divest myself of my garments.
One by one I remove them, strip,
Slowly I reveal my limbs,
Long with silver silky skin
In the moonlight.

I shiver in anticipation,
As I feel the gentle breeze
Brushing my exposed skin.
A caress, tender as a whisper,
Like tantalising fingers
With touch so light.

My adornments all dropped,
Lie piled as I discarded them.
I stand, all coverings gone,
I am before you, stark naked.
I am waiting just for you
Here this velvet night.

I look in through the window,
At your handsome profile, softly,
Shown in the cosy lamplit room,
You gaze at me, your favourite.
I am your silver birch tree.
You I always delight.