Clothes are fine for dinner dates,
But once we’re home, off go the weights.
Buttons pop like champagne corks—
Our version of domestic sports.
The laundry's piled, the blinds askew,
But babe, I’ve only eyes for you.
We shed the day, the stress, the seams—
And dive into those steamy dreams.
Your thigh finds mine, my hand finds skin,
We lose the thread—where to begin?
It’s not just heat, it’s full exposure,
A sacred rite of full disclosure.
We giggle, tease, then get quite still,
Your body fits me like a thrill.
No socks, no bra, no tangled tights—
Just candle glow and whispered rights.
And if the neighbors catch a peek,
They’ll just see joy, not something freak.
Because love like this, unzipped, divine,
Needs no disguise... just yours and mine.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf
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Author:
GeekSusie (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2025 11:48
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Well written, each line fitts like lovers bodies. Well constructed and nicely done.
Well written and expressed
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