Afternoon Delight
The bead of sweat
that rolls down her supple breast
may have once been mine.
My arms can no longer
hold the weight of my body –
I collapse; our legs still entwined.
The ceiling fan slowly
dries our dampened skin;
I can’t tell where her breath ends
and where mine begins.
The trail of discarded clothing
leads out the bedroom door;
I hope to nap a bit
before she yearns for more;
Shadows of the setting sun
slowly parade across the floor.
I stare at the reflection
of our bodies in the mirror
on the opposite wall.
A more beautiful painting
of a loving couple
I can’t recall.
Her hand begins to move,
caressing once again,
my masculine form;
Blood circulates
and once again,
I am growing warm.
Although exhausted
I have enough energy
to once again perform;
Our bodies fit together
like a suit
that’s well worn.
Our rendezvous
on this work day
afternoon;
Could not have
occurred one moment
too soon.
The sun sets
replaced by the moon;
a third time
will cause her to swoon.
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