Crisp white towels in hotel baths
luxurious to body after shower
stroking skin with petals of flower
licking off blebs of soapy water
Wrapped in the whiteness of the towel
that stressed the accent of the vowel
my wife stirred and raised her voice
giving me her prime perfumed choice
use my washcloth it knows your skin
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