MICRO-HUMOR

A Naughty Poem

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We returned to our hotel room,
After a long journey,
I was exhausted, so was he.

The weather was cold,
He needed warmth.

He carried me in his bare brawny arms,
To the soft, comfy bed,
And gently lay me down.

He wasted no time to undress,
Keeping me watch,
He removed his tops, then his pants.

He then hurriedly unzipped me,
And removed his towel.

He rushed to the bathroom,
To take a hot shower.

Leaving me alone and open.

Photo by Sigmund on Unsplash

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