—

her eyes peered at me
from the darkness, two
orbs of light showing her
soul and the sexual nature
of her being. such a human
being being human, such a
flower i see before me,
opening, welcoming.
well, i’m coming, she
said and i looked up at
smiled soaking in the
glow of her, those eyes
of hers, those moans of
hers, those shudders, those
flutters of her stomach.

—

we were watching
a bit of telly and her
favorite show was on
but she stopped and
turned to me and
began kissing me -
on the cheek then
lightly on the lips
then entering my
mouth and exploring
like Columbus but with
a sense of direction and her
show continued but she was more
interested in me and it seemed as if she
would never stop, would never quit.

—

the music from the party in the other room
rocked the bed the bass booming and she was
moving around in the darkness toward me, naked
and aware and knowing and she started moaning as
she melted into me – on top of me – and the music in
the next room rocked on as our bodies moved as one,
dancing but not moving around the room at all,
content with the moment we meshed and came
together for the third time in a row. it was a sign
and in the morning amidst the aftermath of the
party she sang to me while i made us breakfast.
it was the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard.

—

her hand moves
down there and
senses stirring,
not much needed
from her to get me
initiating the launch
sequence so to speak
and her thin, nimble
fingers moved, danced
across my lap, undoing
a snap, unzipping a zip
and her tongue rolls
across her bottom lip
as she looks away from
me and releases me from
my jeans and her hand moves
down down there and she
continues acting unaware
until i’m almost there and
she looks right at me at
just the right moment
and that moment is
forever burned into
my memory.

—

her name was jessica
and her hair was long
and blond and straight
and sometimes she
switched the style
she kept her hair
in and sometimes
she changed the
color but most
of the time, as
in all of the
time, i was
into her
look
what-
ever that
look might be,
not judging a book
by its cover i knew she
was hot under the covers,
her legs spread, her hair a
mess, her breath coming
short and in pants and
she looks up at me
and i can’t think
anymore and
the room
moves and
sways and
day after day
we replay the
scene in our
minds and
she always
has the look
no matter what
way she’s gone
with her hair that
particular day and
no matter what was
said or done in the
past no one can take
the moments we had
together, the moments
we spent together
coming together.

-Henry Cumski

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