This End of the Story

Coming out of the shower

Wearing a towel and a playful smile

Water dripping on the yellow mat

Wiping out of your face

Wet strands of thick hair

 

Now you brush past me

A sudden peck on the cheek

Droplets on my shirt

You disappear to the bedroom

And I didnt lose the enticing glance!

 

There you are!

In next to nothing,

Wet towel on the floor

Warm body on top

I recline on this bed

And I enter her, face first.

She groans

Pull! Pull! Pull!

It's complete,
A reverse birth.