She Pulled The Curtains Down Poem by Dorsey Baker

She cooked me breakfast
She made me coffee
she vacuumed the rug
swept the floor
she pulled the curtain down
then she made love to me
her hair was soft
and shiny
and the color
of strawberry
when I close my eyes
I still see
her naked in my mind
we were two of a kind
that girl and me
In my bedroom
lingers the sweet
smell of her perfume
as I am lying
here alone
in my bed
I remember so vividly
she pulled the curtains down
then
she made love to me.