you in your towel
"come on upstairs,
i'm getting ready."
i'm not early
you're not late
timing
just getting ready
wrapped in two towels
bathed in candlelight
i'm trying not to look
tonight we need to leave the house
get out for some fun
conic towel on your head,
unfurled hair cascading down
you lean bending
toward the blow dryer
the soft curve of your bottom peeking
umm, i'm trying to find a book
plan failing
we need to leave the house
"what's wrong honey?"
you jump onto my lap
warmth under towel two
me mumbling something me mumbling
umm, as you push me down
kiss
"let's go bowling"
kiss again
"we need to leave the house," you say
and i'm thinking that i can't tell where you begin
and the damp towel ends
instead,
my stomach growls
"hungry?"
but I growl louder
as lips lock, we both softly moan
as I slide on top
splitting you, your towel, everything smooth complete utter
glory--you
looking
amazing
making love again, again
and later
we
eat peanut butter and jelly in bed

GO HOME