IN A SHEET

She walked to me wrapped in the sheet,
showing head, shoulders and bare feet,
her hair tousled, all over place,
some of it across winsome face.

She had woken up from our bed,
and let sheet slip. She was naked
as she was when we had wrestled
in the hay till needs were settled.

I greeted her with an embrace,
lingering kisses on her face.
I had just showered. "You smell fresh'
she said, caressing my washed flesh.

She still carried that sex smell,
straight from the nether region well.
It went down to my manliness,
which sprung up, with no awkwardness.

She begged me let her wash awhile
in the shower, with knowing smile.
In freshness there'd be two of us,
then would we resume coitus.