Silk
My gown was rich and smooth
Like cappucino he said
Edged with chantilly lace
On which he laid his head
The slender straps he traced
With tender fingertip
As gently off my shoulders
They began to slip
His strong firm hands
Caressed my neck once more
My silken gown fell
Crumpled on the floor
And as we slipped
Into that waiting bed
My body was soft and smooth
Like silk he said
©Marian Barker
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