they touch
and laugh and grasp and tickle and
touch again
like ants marching up the side of a fence in summer
his hands mark every curve and line on her leg
as toes get kissed, teased, told to wait their turn
each gets wrapped with the warm comfort of a tongue that just left an ear lobe damp and waiting
tightened calf muscles are mountains for his lips to climb, sure and steady as Monday morning traffic
the pulsing gets deeper as he moves closer
knees come together to hide her excitement and spread again with the gentle nudge of pointer and middle
fingers dance and skip over the soft cushion that stayed after the baby left, and remind her he still finds her irresistible

a forearm then an elbow flash across her breasts as his fingers find their way to her mouth, sticky and covered in her early wanting sweetness
he always shares his meals with her, and this one is no different

To be continued…or maybe not.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. LaNeshe
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 18:16:01

    Woow. Spicy! lol


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