The Man With The Muscular Frame Poem by tcr moon

She dabbed Chanel No 5
behind her ears
and other places upon her body,
a little more intimate;
Then, proceeded to dress.

He watched her.

She stared at the muscular frame
of the Man upon the bed
and her heart skipped a beat.

He smiled at her.

Thoughts of the previous night
sailed through her head.

He sat up in the bed.

She watched his eyes move
over her every movement
as she clipped up her stockings.

He smiled again and reached for his trousers.

She went to the bedside
and stroked the head of the Man
with the muscular frame;
then leaned down and gently kissed his brow.

He gave her fifty dollars...