Drapes pulled; we, naked except for our socks, stood
as I took your pleasure in hand. I felt your
core's muscles contract; your legs went slack as you
leaned on me: strings of your sweetness---airborne, then
streaks on the carpet.
Starward-Led
Author's Notes/Comments:
During that summer, my father played in a softball league on the other side of the county, Wednesday and Thursday nights. Those parental absences provided plenty of time for sessions of intimacy. The carpet in the last line was fairly new that summer.