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LET HIM WAIT.

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry



A WOMAN MUSING AFTER HER BATH.


Submitted:May 3, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Let him wait,
she says,
drying under arms
after her bath,
the towel rubbing the skin,

talcum powder
on the side
ready to be applied,

he downstairs waiting,
impatient no doubt,
pacing up and down
or sitting smoking,
cursing under his breath.

A woman's privilege
to take her time.
Beauty cannot be rushed.

She moves the towel
further down,
rubs between her thighs.

Even as a child
she imagines
he was impatient,
unable to wait,
unwilling to be kept
against his will
until the time was right.

She smiles.
She senses
the towel's roughness,
the rub of skin.

She recalls the wedding night,
the shyness undressing,
she blushing,
he awkward all
fingers and thumbs,
she turning her back on him

to put on her night dress,
he looking away,
unwilling to view,
she in bed
covered to the neck,
he undressing
bit by bit
avoiding her eyes,

she studying
the ceiling
the patch of grey,

he with night attire on
climbs into bed,
she feels him near,
his body nigh touching,
his hand out stretched.

In the dark,
she recalls,
they fumbled
and searched
and touched,
with grunts
and moans,
and woos
and ahs,
the night went on

until sleep
eased them
to a settled bliss,
ending with
that sticking kiss.

Let him wait;
she repeats;
now dry and applying
the powder to all
her parts.

He's just her husband,
she the breaker of hearts.





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