When she walked proudly into the room
Stark naked and she was keeping a straight face
She dried her hair in sunlight coming through the curtains
Her breasts shiny wet and her nipples red
I threw her on the bed, we made love like never before
With hair in a wild collage like a picture frame around her face
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.