Stained Towel

( a Quatern )

A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
That’s slightly rough-to-touch against my skin.
Not of Egyptian cotton’s down to cling,
When wrapped around my naked body in.

It isn’t threadbare, but not very soft,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.
The scent of me on you begins to waft
From all the many times I came to sing.

Of every beat from whence my passions spring,
That opens up the flower to the rains.
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing,
I’ll never wash away the perfumed stains.

You are my lover when he isn’t here,
So when I cum you know just what to bring.
I love you help me save him every tear,
A non-descriptive, unassuming thing.  
   
   
   
   
Image: The actual one, by Jade Pandora.