I asked to take her jacket
It was six-thirty in the morning
and she had just come in
from out in the rain.
I asked to take her jacket
as she took off her boots.
My heart was pounding
from this unexpected visit
which could possibly result
in very little clothing.
I asked to take her jacket.
She asked if she could keep it on
while she took off my pants.
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