Cleaning Maid

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I should've got on with the room,    
minded my own    
but the bathroom door ajar    
   
A pause of breath    
beautiful body of the rooms owner    
under the shower.    
(His good wife I'd seen moments  
before going down stairs for breakfast)    
   
If I'd have not been so attached    
to looking at his soapy appendage    
In his playful hand I'd have seen    
him looking right at me!..    
   
This indeed had the required affect    
quickly back to my dusting    
   
The shower stopped    
my heart racing with    
embarrassing speed    
as I turned to see him in the room,    
dripping wet nakedness with the    
towel being offered my way from    
outstretched hand and the
broadest dirty grin I've ever seen    
   
So with shaking hands and a    
fuzzy warmth between my thighs    
I towelled him.    
   
His thing of beauty was now alive    
to the want of release,    
The towel being the instigator    
as his leg muscles twitched,    
Though I gave him credit in  
standing his ground as he pulsed  
his seed into the towel in my grasp    
   
The glorious smell of man,    
my senses, my love spot awash    
with naughty thoughts.    
   
And so my tale must end    
   
I watched him pull on his shorts    
then leave me be to join his wife,    
no doubt his love beast still    
giving awakened beats    
   
As for me standing alone with the towel?    
Well...    
You'll just have to use your imagination