A Night of TV and Watching You While You Sew

Not much poetry flowing from me tonight
The inspiration is there - You
But the words aren't . . .
The feelings are there
All feelings of love - For You
But the words aren't . . .
So I sit here alone with my thoughts
In front of the TV feigning to be watching
While actually watching you and your every move
As you sit intently at your sewing machine
Sewing and making adjustments on a couple of skirts
Then, periodically trying on your new creation
Dressing, then undressing as though I was not present
Tantalizing me without intending to do so
Driving me a bit crazy with desire in the process
My eyes follow your every curve and caressing you
My desires heightening and the evening brightening
Even though the poetry still doesn't seem to flow
My thoughts taking us off to the bedroom
Where at least there maybe a few wild oats we can sew