frilly lace...soft easy curls...scent somewhere between baby powder and vanilla...

music on the hi-fi...cool rock ballads...damn sure isn't thrilla.

trace the shape of her body, with my fingertips...
lose myself completely, as I taste her luscious lips.

into my arms...I hold her...
gown slips to the floor...

goosebumps meet each other...
then oblivion...and more.

morning brings the sunshine...fresh shower, fresh air...wet hair...
again the meeting...without greeting...skin so soft and bare.

you've got to stop...this can't go on...the lace with all the frills...
get off my butt, and out the door...so we can pay the bills...

That was precious and clever!!! Bravo!!

Cute!

for just a smile
we live on love
later write the check.
what cannot wait
is that first thrill,
wrapped around your neck.

I love it!

You go Ms Sadie! Perfect words from the "she" in this escapade...