He sat on the steps of the back porch.
He leaned back, looking out over
The gravel garden and nishikigoi pond.
Clouds drifted listlessly in the summer blue sky.
He sighed, deeply and long.
The woman sat beside him.
Why so serious Watashi no saiai?
Without looking at her, he said,
I…..am…..bored.
She gave a low chuckle.
Well honey, we don’t have any crowder peas you can shell,
Or any grass for you to mow,
Or any windows that need to be washed.
We haven’t been invited to any pig pickin’s
And we don’t have a crick to go skinny dippin’ in.
He imitated her drawl – perfectly.
So what are you proposin’ darlin’?
She said, follow me. She stood and held her hand out.
You aren’t gonna whomp me with my sword, are you?
His eyes mischievously glinted.
She laughed. Honey love, I got better plans.
Already I am not bored. A southern woman
With a Japanese soul is never boring, he said.
She led him inside and upstairs.
She looked up at him and winked.
In their bedroom, she went to
A wooden box made of cherry wood.
She opened the box and pulled out
A small bundle wrapped in an old linen towel.
Get naked and run a tub of hot water, sir.
Add some bubbly stuff to it and get in.
And now I am mystified he said.
He soaked and watched as she unwrapped
An old, shining straight razor and a leather strop.
Back and forth she honed the razor.
She smiled. Relax. You’re gonna love this.
I gair-on-tee it. She sat behind him
On the back edge of the tub, with his head back between her knees
and wrapped his face in a hot wet washcloth.
Unable to see, he heard her mixing something in a cup.
And then he smelled the sweet smell
Of sandalwood shaving soap.
She tilted his head back and gazed down at him.
She unwrapped the cloth and gently
Began to apply the soap to his face with a soft brush.
He atared up at her. His brown almond eyes
Tender at the intent look in her round brown eyes.
Now buster, you’d best be still.
And with easy, deft strokes, she shaved him,
Wiped his face and applied old fashioned bay rum.
He finished his bath and stepped out.
She dried him off and handed him a clean tee shirt and shorts.
He smoothed his face with his hands.
I am no longer bored…and you are really good.
She grinned up at him, yes, I am.
And sashayed out of the room.
kanzen sakura 
Aug 14, 2013 @ 02:52:09
This is my favourite type of eroticism. It’s not overt or “steamy,” but intimate and personal. よくできました！
Aug 14, 2013 @ 17:00:32
どうもありがとうございました ! I have always felt that true eroticism is never……steamy. I can’t remember which movie star said it, but she said an exposed shoulder peeping out of satin can be sexier than the full body. Once you do the full monty, nothing is left. the brain is the greatest sex organ and it’s powers are limitless. Hiroyuki Sanada is a favorite actor of both of us, past and present. After the shave, my love found a black and white photo of Sanada being shaved and it bowled him over. he printed it out and it stayed in our bathroom as a quiet reminder of that day. I still say it is one of the sexiest erotic photos ever done….and all are fully clothed.
Aug 15, 2013 @ 09:53:27
Sanada-san is quite sexy, like my “Japanese Johnny Depp.” He should have just cut Tom Cruise’s head off and been done with the whole thing, too. And I recall that quote as well; it is so true. Inciting lust is so much more fun than “here it is!” (I actually wrote several poems about strippers a bit back, not sure folks knew that was the ‘inspiration,’ but it was a lot about the loss of eroticism)
Aug 15, 2013 @ 12:51:04
Yeppers, Sanada is THE sexy man. My love and I went to one of his early movies and as we were coming out, he got a couple of looks…like…WOW. simlar in appearance but taller and nose more classically Japanese. No wonder I fell head over heels the first time I saw him. No wonder I still am. Other men just pale in comparison. and Sanada is still sexy and dangerous at his age too.
The poems sound good. Blatant just doesn’t satisfy – like froot loops. they’re good going down but don’t last or nourish the soul.