six silk scarves were spotted when he peeked inside the room
four were tied to the bedposts; two were left on the nightstand
sheets of satin tucked so tight that not a wrinkle showed
he swigged his drink, excused himself as he found his way to the door
she locked up her apartment, slipped into her gown and slippers
poured another glass and lounged on her chaise, and waited for a call
There you have it. Believe it or not, I actually completed a six-lined poem for my contribution to the Six-Sentence Story Challenge. Happy Birthday to Denise.
You can join in the fun, too. Just go to this link and take on the challenge.