...a wet...good morning

 too cold to step outside

and thus indoors, i decide

a silken cloth , a gown real light

my nakedness to delight.

and even though the clouds do rage

a spirit sensual does engage...

the rain does drop,

it does not stop

that which burns,

that which churns...

the tickle

the prickle...

...imagine...

a hug engaging

a kiss deranging

of all that holds pure indulgence back

knowing to bring seductiveness back on track

and thus...hands soft along the thigh

to travel up up ....up....real high

to feel the heat of a naughty woman's charm

that knows any gentleman's sanity to disarm.

RB.