The evening drew to a close, we laughed
at being lost three times;
so close to home.
We had secret passions stashed on the
floorboards, and new movies for the kids.
Laid them down to watch Never-ending
stories, as we created our own;
loving 'til the moon grew weary of
giving shadow to an encore full of heat,
and strawberry flavor I swirled
with the tip of a tongue-fuck and a feeling.
God how you touched me. Fingers sliding
along edge of flesh, palms
enchanting breasts, and travelling length
of side to hip-bones;
my body quaking, shaking, forsaking
all sense
in a slow fuck frenzy that shook us both
to bewildered lands of chaotic mumbles,
and slurred words
pried from clenched teeth.
Fully sated I asked if you think that I
am beautiful. Your reply
"I don't think, I know"
Once dressed, you fisted a ball of shirt
in your palm
and snored to the sound of my sigh.
Bronze trophy winner
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