She wanted me to shave her
I did
I washed, rinse, cleansed her
Of all loose cut hairs
She desired to be clean
I dabbed her dry
With a soft terry cloth
Upon her request
I powdered her with a tinge
Of baby talc
To make her smooth as silk
With a heavenly scent.

She laid still,
As I caressed her softly
Searshing for coarsed areas
Cuts and scratches
I felt her lips moist
I lower my head to inspect
When she smiled at me
I couldn't help myself
I placed a gentle, tender kiss
Upon the deliciousness
Of her pink lips
I lost my head
I couldn't stop
I rendered my soft tongue
She accepted it, without haste.

I felt hands
Pressing behind my head
Towards the moistness
Of her lips
The excitement caused my breath
To become laborious
At a point, she collapsed spent
The silence was a blessing
I gave her
A final gentle kiss
Laid my head
Next to her shaved tenderness
Drifting to sleep
With the scent, of baby talc
Upon my lips.


By: "D'Artagnan"
William Bonilla
12/0506