after that springtime shower
you stepped inside and
held me tight,
you did
that little smiley,
eye-contact thing,
and led me toward the couch,
sat me on the floor and
took off my shirt
slowly.
your hands touched my neck
lightly,
then used a towel to dry me;
I said it was my turn, and sat
you in my lap, drying your
hair as your eyes looked
into mine.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Adorable~loved it!
Love Tinka