By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 15, 2020 Poetryerotic poetry, poem, towel towel (an erotic poem) after soaking in a long bath togetheryou rub me downand i’ll be damned, you seeI just bought these towelsand they’re clearly defunct becausethe more you dry methe wetter I getHappy Thursday,Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Don’t recall but I can assure you they are the fluffiest towels money can buy 😃😂 Cheers! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
What a lovely poem, it captures that erotic moment and the intimate scene beautifully. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Ummm what brand are those towels again? lol. Nice write.
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Don’t recall but I can assure you they are the fluffiest towels money can buy 😃😂 Cheers!
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LOL, Cheers..
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Lovely poem
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What a lovely poem, it captures that erotic moment and the intimate scene beautifully.
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
MATURE MATERIAL
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Very nice! (Maybe ‘deficient’ rather than ‘defunct’?)
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Thanks! I considered that but, nah. Defunct has more punch.
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