There she is
Passing in the whiten silk bathrobe...
With her wet hair matted down...
Sprinkling drops on me all around...
While making those flawless moves with her barefoot on the ground...
Her pleasing aroma like fresh picked up daisies enhances....
My desire to fall free...
This moment , very precious like a golden touch...
That she got my heart for sure...
Also demons inside me flared a little..
Teasingly she rolled her eyes to the clock...
Pleasingly I kiss her while she talks...
Under the thin cotton sheet, her curves I explore..
Howbeit the bathroom robe touches the floor...

© Bhumi
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