Fingerprints In The Dust Poem by Randy McClave

She told me to wait for her in my bedroom tonight
I then had many fantasies of pleasures and delight,
She has been in my bedroom only one time before
And I swear to you all, not once did I score.
I laid in my bed naked as for her I anxiously waited
After tonight I knew no longer would I feel frustrated,
Fantasies and desires in my mind of us began to grow
But, only a few moves and techniques did I ever know.
Then finally the time for her arrival had arrived
Her desires and the path she walked I knew was all contrived,
In my room she smiled wearing a maids lingerie
She walked in temptingly, with every step and sway.
She rubbed her finger seductively on my clothes dresser
Then quickly I stood as I wanted and needed to undress her,
She then tossed me a cloth and said before I begin my lusting
That dirty bedroom of mine, it first needed a good dusting.
After our cleaning experience that night I had a thought
She strategically got what she truly had sought
Before there was any type of desire or fantasy of lust
There was first her fingerprints, in the dust

Randy L. McClave