Alone with Herself

Mons veneris 
she shaved twice 
and released his black
silken handkerchief 
to go for a slide 

On a  patch of stubble
like a curtain
it did dangle
she lathered fingers again
  pressed razor on skin  

Till silk handkerchief,
became warm butter  
sliding softly down    
to quivering toes  
and the alabaster floor