Invitation To A Bath Party - Poem by Clifton King
There is nothing more enchanting
than a woman fresh from a bath,
skin still damp beneath a wrap
of terrycloth; that faint fragrance
of body wash; those lingering beads
of water between her shoulder blades,
in the small of her back; strands
of wet hair clinging to her nape.
Bring bubble bath if you wish.
You may play with my rubber ducky.
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