Beneath the covers on satin sheets,
I am convinced, lies a latent power
waiting to be released.
It's electrifying.
I'm drawn to its shape
as a magnet is to steel
recalling skin soft as silk
with hair flowing where
the small of the back desires kisses.
What is the switch to turn off to on?
I offered charm last night and in retutn
got a yawn and a good night kiss.
Water and electricity don't mix.
So in the light of dawn, I drew her close, kissed her neck,
hoping for a positive reaction. She murmured a coo
which made me ask; what should I do next?
Nothing. She took over as "Outer Limits" did on teevee
where they controlled the volume, the horizontal and vertical.
I did not dare to "adjust a thing." I was living my fantasy.
And that is all you need to know.
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