Was woman earth still in her shower?
Or had she stepped out full naked?
There she graced his eye, stark in her beauty--full figured,
And not yet even towel dried,
But glistening as sun's rays began to enhance her roundness.
With hot blushing face, the solar orb
Sought a cloud behind which to hide,
Thereby creating a shawl of rose lace draped where it lay,
Covering woman's earthly parts in modesty,
Easing her pangs of vulnerability.
(c)Linda Harrell Coffman 2010
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