Here She Is


Here She Is

Here She Is

Peepshow girl, bedroom goddess, busty lusty gem
Stripped of nylons and grayed tweeds
Her hair wet from the hot, steamy shower

She smells of Sand and Sable and sweet strawberry conditioner
Drying her plump rump and full, swinging breasts; the towel hits the floor
He likes her like this, soft and curvy, still damp

She knows how she moves commands his attention, her lovely female power
Laughter bubbles in her throat, her eyes inviting him over
Without hesitation he’s next to her, seduced by the absence of words

He kisses her neck, just below the ear, he feels her softly sigh
Closer they move, closing the space, his body stretched & flushed
His hands in her hair, her scent mixing with his, he flows toward her

What she isn’t; slim and angled, so satisfies him he revels in her
Her lushness stimulates him beyond the physical, heightens him
Here it is warm-here she is free-here she believes she is beautiful

When they part, she glows and he smiles, she’s still damp but from him
She tucks herself lazily into his side, he likes her like this too
Simple, lovely in sleep’s repose…she is his, all of her, all of her

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