Post 942: Your Bathrobe (2/11/10)

Your Bathrobe (2/11/10 c, w)

For the weekend you followed me home

For Valentine’s Day you didn’t want to be alone

Now here we are at my parent’s house

So much love I’d like to let out

You took a shower in the tub

Alone you were, but I wish my hands could have caressed you

Everyone else in the house has gone to bed

You sit on the couch next to me to talk

Until our lips meet

In your bathrobe

I’d love to take you to my room

And see every inch you hide

Let’s lock the door

And let your bathrobe, your bathrobe hit the floor

Standing in front of me, nothing concealed

Without your bathrobe

So close to heaven

But it is just out of reach

The only thing between you and me

Terrycloth, maybe

Let’s go to my room to see what’s inside

The shame you hide is only in your mind

In your bathrobe

I’d love to take you to my room

And see every inch you hide

Let’s lock the door

And let your bathrobe, your bathrobe hit the floor

Standing in front of me, nothing concealed

Without your bathrobe

If you show me yours I’ll show you mine

Burning the sacred image in my mind

Because baby, there is nothing I want to hide from you

And hopefully nothing you want to hide from me

So let me see you in your glory

Nobody ever has to know but me and you

Honey I love you

In your bathrobe

I’d love to take you to my room

And see every inch you hide

Let’s lock the door

And let your bathrobe, your bathrobe hit the floor

Standing in front of me, nothing concealed

Without your bathrobe