He emerged from the shower,
Morning was his finest hour.
"What's this stain upon the sheet?
You're always, … Ooh so neat."
He didn't answer her just then,
Just waved his hand as if to fend.
Off secrets he must keep,
"It must've happened in my sleep."
In sleep so pleasant and entwined,
Where she appeared in his mind.
Where she stroked his ego to a peak,
And brought him to what he seek.
With flow as smooth as cream
She fulfilled his every dream.
That it happened he could not deny,
To say he knew for sure would be a lie.
So out the door he did fly,
All he said was, "Goodbye!"
Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull
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