Queen of the House
They’d had a fight and he’d gone out for “air.”
Now he’d returned, a frown still on his face.
She knew him well and she did not fight fair!
She’d quickly guessed the way she would erase
his apprehensions. Now to set the scene
which would take place, there wasn’t much to do.
Embracing splendor, she looked like a queen,
and her intentions he’d not misconstrue.
The scent of flowers she’d dabbed on her skin.
Her mouth she’d painted and her hair let down.
It fell - gold water - and with no chagrin,
she left inside the closet her best gown.
His scowl fast vanished as he came undone.
Nude on the staircase, the battle she’d won.
Oct. 13, 2019
For the 'NUDE - descending a staircase' Poetry Contest of John Lawless
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