The Towel

Into his hands she schemed to play,
With perfumed bath at end of day
Then tied a towel that would fit
Around her, when out of her kit.
 
Out of the bathroom she stepped in
The bedroom, with a knowing grin,
The towel wrapped over her waist.
He moved to give her lips a taste.
 
Into his arms she gave herself,
His grip had a sureness and stealth
As he undid the towel’s knot
Knowing he’d soon see what she’d got.
 
She felt her towel ‘gainst her rub,
Where she had played with in the tub.
That feel of his embrace on her
Raised the anticipated stir.
 
She let her towel fall away,
Revealing more, than he could say,
Of her voluptuous torso….
Into the bed they soon did go.
 
The towel slept upon the floor
While she received him in her core,
Only to be picked up again
When they’d parted next day at ten.