She walks in and looses her towel,
Her womanhood blissfully exposed.
Lays down, belly flat. More Logs.
Temperature raises,
Her mind drifts,
She giggles and sings and old song.
Playfully flapping her legs,
Mind and body finally reconnect.
Her voice deepens,
Her pupils dilate,
Primal instincts are on.
Her groin urges.
She squeezes her knees and embraces it all.
Wrapping her towel she smiles,
Composes herself,
And once again,
She faces the world.
