Standing naked
feet slightly apart
smiling at the sight
turning sideways
running my fingers
over my belly
no longer flat, toned,
no sculptured flesh
just
wrinkles and stretch marks
a body that’s seen -
too many years
twirling slowly
looking over my shoulder
to see my reflection -
my legs,
always my best feature
long, tanned
standing on tiptoe
laughing out loud
“you’re a real live woman”
cupping my breasts
raising them slightly
thumbs brushing nipples
tensing
closing my eyes
the hardness pressing my palms
hands running the length of my body
pulling my stomach in
fingers brushing my mound
shivering, not from cold
but anticipation
feeling the warmth,
the wetness
remembering…
you
us
and longing
for tonight
Gold trophy winner
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