The Nightie

I just could not get the thought out of my mind once she said those two words, ‘my nightie’. No matter how hard I tried. Well, I really didn’t try that hard. Why would I when the thought led to such fabulous stirrings of imagination? My eros dybbuk had now assumed full control, which it often does. I wondered about color(black, pale rose.....?), material(silk, transparent.....?), length(short, open back, plunging front....?). And just what delectable treasures would be briefly, but so tauntingly, unrevealed? And would I ever know? Ah, the curious pleasures of life often provided by my constant companion, the eros dybbuk.