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Sensuality
Sensuality often lets down her hair
after a long day of hard work,
and slips into something more comfortable.
She is the proud mother of three
and a faithful, loving wife.
She enjoys hot cocoa, frosted windows,
dim lighting, and starry skies.
To her, the best feelings in the world are
sand between her toes, silk pillowcases,
lush green grass, and her husband’s kiss
on her forehead or stomach.
She buys candles for herself, in pleasing scents.
When no one is home she likes to relax,
draw a hot bath, and soak.
She listens to her favorite jazz or classical and
breathes in the steam.
After she emerges from the tub
she wrings the water out of her hair,
dries off her skin, and puffs powder onto her curves.
She prances into the bedroom and sees her lit candles,
the rumpled up sheets that she sprinkled with rose petals,
and a heart shaped box full of chocolate truffles.
Reclining on the bed she closes her eyes and wonders
how much longer until her husband gets home.
She wants to wrap her body around his so she can absorb
his warmth, run her fingers through his thick curly hair,
and smell his scent that no candle can compare to.