the eyes, naturally

we had a little too much to drink, of course, but
we knew what we were doing.
we knew that we both have significant others.
we knew that we could not deny our connection.
we knew that all that was left to do, was decide what to do about it.
the flirting came naturally, and as it turned out, so was what happened next.

we fucked in the kitchen, but she kept her eyes closed.
we fucked in the shower, but she kept her eyes closed.
we fucked on the balcony, but she kept her eyes closed.
we fucked in her bed, but she kept her eyes closed.
i watched her wake up the next morning, and the first thing she saw was me.
we made love, and she kept her eyes open.
the fucking came naturally, and as it turned out, so was what happened next.

the message

when the breeze cooled my skin today,
i imagined that it was the very same air
that had just blown through your hair,
and found it’s way to me.

then, my phone vibrated and i dared
to think it was a message from you.
it was.

summer

golden coast, paradise, your skin drips of salt and smells of sex’s promise. you lather me with anticipation, and turn over so that i might do the same to you. alone between dunes, hidden in a queens land of millions, only the couple on the balcony above witness our dance. we unravel, then entwine.

delicately

for her, the mistake of him is too much to contemplate.
for him, the lure of her is too much to resist.
for them, chance and opportunity must wait in the shadow of possibility, where progress steps ever
so so so
delicately,
one wry smile at a time.