Preening

She stood in front of the mirror
Showered and patted dry from a long plush towel.
Geometric shapes in lime green and melon
Matched the concentric swirls of color
Dancing under pedicured toes.

She lathered her skin in slow rhythmic circles
With honeysuckle-scented shea butter,
Traced fingers from instep to inner thigh,
Making pit stops at the roundness in front and behind
Before proceeding to the juicy bend of her neck.

She fastened a ruby red padded bra over C-cups,
Slid the matching hipster over her bottom,
Pausing to admire the fruits of her labor.
The v-neck top and jeans followed -
Hugging curves as if to justify their existence.

The doorbell signaled his arrival.
She took another long look in the mirror,
Rotating the view from all angles.
Her lips parted in a soft smile
As she wondered how he got so lucky.