On their first night
he found her discarded skin
rinsed and hung out to drip
over the tub.
Long silken legs
their empty toes neatly pointed,
her breasts lacy memories
and her hips flimsy
gossamer webs he was
already snared in.
In the bedroom she was waiting,
sweetly scented, freed
of her skin, she stood
to pare him bare,
toss his defenses aside
and ride him until
their bodies were raw
with sweat.
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