They lounged about their cozy room
They talked of this and that
But soon, his thoughts ventured away
From their casual chat
She wore silk stockings on her legs
Strappy heels adorned her feet
Her hair flowed halfway down her back
Her allure spurred his heartbeat
She wore a little lacy bra
That strained to hold her breasts
They threatened to spill over
Yet, he uttered not one protest
He shifted his position
To avail himself a better look
Just then, the whole dynamic changed
For she had sprung the hook
He rose and took her in his arms
And laid her on the bed
He kissed her lips so brazenly
It made her cheeks flush red
He then removed those sexy heels
From each leg, the silken hose
She smelled of fresh-picked, sweet lilac
Had the sexiest marshmallow toes
What was once a casual, quiet chat
As he gazed from his cozy chair
Turned fortuitous, as only one piece remained
For she laid there, not quite bare

Sharon Cunningham
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