Don'T Tell

A cold drop of rainwater fell on my eye, Awakening me from a deep sleep; I felt *****: "Hope my freckles haven't faded, For summer's come and gone; Today is cleaning day... Bedroom...first;" I turned on John Mellencamp, And washed my walls which Were painted antique white; After rearranging my furniture, I placed on my brass bed, a new Ensemble of white satin ~ oh, so gentle; "I really hope my freckles haven't faded, For summer has come and gone;" I carefully washed my window till it... Squeaked, Then stood for a long while; I removed my oversized flannel shirt, and felt the sun's warmth on my breasts; "Perhaps my freckles faded but little;" Upon buttoning my shirt, I hung exquisite White satin curtains that brushed The floor; Candles of violet, light blue and white Were placed randomly throughout, Just prior to polishing the sturdy oak floor; Finishing touch...a crystal chandelier... Heroic...Hanging from my ceiling... I stood in admiration...observing the Magical sun dancing in hues of red, violet And blue; As I showered, the warm water enchanted My slender body...and...my soul; Never before had I felt so peaceful; As I slowly massaged my thighs with Vanilla cream, I observed that freckles Yet coveted my nose...bosom...legs... Summer embraced my waist and softly Whispered the secret into my ear... I proceeded downstairs, poured a glass Of wine, then... I politely asked my lover to leave.