Her dove like breasts swayed

I did not ring the door bell.
She must have been standing
There behind the closed door.

In a pink silk brocaded gown,
No bra, cleavage was visible.
Her dove like breasts swayed,
As she stepped forward.

Her hair was brushed straight,
Falling to her shoulders.
Her lips were like pink rose petals,
Her cheeks like roses so fresh.

We embraced, our lips locked.
She moved her leg between my legs.
“ O darling, I’ve been waiting all evening,
I’m so gland you came,” she said.