While I Make Love to You

by Joseh Thomas

I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, trying to write the most beautiful love poems that come from the bottom of my heart. I can imagine you entering my room after a bath wrapped in a white towel that I consider my enemy. I despise this towel every second that it keeps me from you. I watch you while you stand before the mirror and just shake your hair as some of the water drops fall on me. You turn around in a provocative way, just as you do. You know it arouses me and awakens my horny man...