Pull Of The Magnified Wave

Hazel reflecting blue

Then a smile and a swirl of brunette

Wrapping my arm around you

And my hand around your breast

Fitted and matched perfectly

Warmth is overwhelming

Blanketed cushioned insulated

Tensioned and released

Breaths exhaled in

Immaculate peace


Even after all these decades

I have to stop myself from showing off to gain your attention

And also stop myself from being nervous

Just because you're looking at me


Take off that tracksuit dear

You're making me hot just thinking about it

And if we're gonna sweat

Our skin would be better uncovered


You're giggling as you're heating the wax

And then you're giggling rubbing your cheek against the smoothness

Removing me from your mouth you climb on top of me laughing

I am glad you find me so amusing


Standing in the ocean hours before the hurricane hits

That pull of the magnified wave that at any moment will be too much and prove final

I've never forgotten that feeling

Its the same resolved fear that I'll never return

That flashes momentarily immediately before you bring me to orgasm


You're laying on your stomach moaning pitches concurrent with my fingers tracing around your bones, kneading away the knots in your frame's muscles. I'm saying things, sounding important. Working towards your invigoration, and other knowledgeable appearing phrases. Placing my hands firmly, not tickling. I've been practicing I say. Scalp downwards. Soles upwards. Its my pleasure, I say, meaning it. Because I'm totally checking out your ass the whole time


There's really only a few ways our bodies fit together. And every time they do its always exciting


Can we do that again? I think I made a mistake somewhere. No? Are you sure? You're not just saying that? Well. I think I can do better. Let's try that again. Yeah, right now. Whatever else we had planned just isn't as important. I love you and I want it to be perfect