The Bathrobe

NaPoWriMo April 24 : “Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.”

Oh my! Getting steamy here. Steamy but short and sweet and on prompt.

The Bathrobe
by Elizabeth Boquet

Last night,
before bed, reading
on the sofa,
my husband said,
“I wish I could be
your bathrobe.”
I sighed and replied,
“But then, dear,
I could never
take it off.”



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