She lies on the tiles
Harbouring feminine wiles
She falls asleep
On this chilled floor, a heap
She's aware that I'm watching
Behind the curtain
She's prepared for luncheon
As I kiss her, she's waking
Echo of trickling
A fount from within
We trib until that final feeling
Between perched hips, velvet cushion
© 2023 [StarlahMantra] Candice Chan
