tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Bathrobe

The Bathrobe


I know I shouldn't...
I shouldn't do this...
I don't think I can stop myself

His bathrobe
It's just hanging there
Unattended in the bathroom
I try to ignore it
but it looms in my mind
calls to me
I know I shouldn't...

I take it in my hands
lift it's soft, gray fabric to my face
and inhale
(god, what am I doing? I'm such a creeper)
oh damn
oh damn he smells good
(what a freak, put it down!)
I breathe in deeper
His scent etches itself in my mind
my fingers fondle the belt
(oh you need to stop this right now)
one more
one more hit
Again I inhale
like I'm trying to breathe in his essence
take him into myself
trying to keep him there
a part of me now
(fucking creepy, that's what this is)
I know I shouldn't...
but with him
I can't stop myself

I release it
I wash my hands
still high from his musk
I leave the bathroom
where no one knows
what a creeper I am...

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